Walking down the streets of Pézenas is like walking through a fairy tale.
Today we took a drive to the nearby town of Caux, only ten minutes away from Pezenas. The town is the absolute definition of a sleepy French village, with not a single shop open on this wintry Thursday afternoon.
Or should I say Bonjour par France!
To be honest, the countdown started long ago but a daily posts starting at 78 days would get tiresome pretty quickly.
I love a good decorative door. It’s an art form that we seem to have lost in our modern culture, seeing doors simply as a means of entering and exiting a building rather than a potential site for beautifying an otherwise boring building exterior.
The six of us stood still as statues, hands outstretched with palms to the sky in the silence of the forest.