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| The lovely 'paysage' on the way. |
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| Wheat field, oddly shaped, with an outline of hedge. |
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| The village brocante was tiny, I prefer it like this. Small villages here are charming . I picked up a very strange pair of boots, made from a thin rubbery material with big heels and buttons up the calf. The guy on the stall said they were dancing shoes. Too small for my feet, alas. |
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| A mangel wurzel chopper |
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| A metal tyre maker for carts given a new lease of life. |
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| C12th church the village was once on a Roman route. |
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| Obligatory sit down for a p'tit 'cannon'. The wine was welcome. A quick glass for 1 euro with the locals. |
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| This garden was right beside the church. Silver foil hung on bits of string from frames that may once have been mangers. |
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| Very neat potager. Even the watering cans are in lines. |
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| The lovely blue 'home' hills |
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| 'Wreck of the week', or, if you have my sensibilities, 'weak at the knees' |
OOOH jANE have you found me a new home... tres mignon... I'll bring some flint tiles!! Dx
ReplyDeleteDear Jane,
ReplyDeleteI share your weak in the knees sensibility! Your life seems like something out of a storybook! Did you venture inside? It seems as though you may have found sleeping beauty or some other creature who had been put into a trance eons ago by a spell! Wonderful photos!
Peace & Plenty,
Sheila and Sherrill