about two o'clock
It was to be in the shelter of two rocks , and I was looking forward to basking like a lizard and soaking up the Provencal light as I listened to the pines singing . Oh well , there was nothing else for it , I grumbled as I locked up the windmill , and put the key under the cat-flap . Cane , pipe , and I was on my way . I arrived at Eyguières at about two o'clock . The village was deserted ; everybody was out in the fields . In the white dust-covered elms in the courtyard , the cicadas were singing their hearts out , just like they do in the Crau plain . An ass was sunning itself in the town hall square , and a flock of pigeons were in the church fountain , but there nobody to direct me to the orphanage .