We are twenty kilometres south of Saumur in France and it’s 43 degrees for the rest of this week. No collapsed Old Age Pensioners in the street yet although by tomorrow we might be among them.
I remember a summer in the early 1960s when it got up to around 100 Fahrenheit. Centigrade hadn’t been invented then and Celsius was just a wet dream.
The hottest place I have ever been was the Syrian desert at Palmyra where it was over 120 Fahrenheit but very dry. The air conditioning on the coach kept it down to 96 F.