It is Sunday, October 14. We start the morning with a simple breakfast of croissants, bread, jam, yogurt, hard boiled eggs and fruit. There was much ado about the boiled eggs. Soft center, not soft center? Slice off the top or gently break around the shell with a spoon? I asked for mine scrambled. That solves that.
Ahhh, okay, here we go....
In the market, we find this young boy roasting chestnuts. Dad is close by which made the mother in me feel much better.
After we walk through the market, we continue through the streets and alleys, exploring the ancient village.
The streets are filled with lovely visions.
The village sits on the beautiful banks of the L'Aveyron river.
After our stroll along the river, we head back into the alleys and streets of the village. We find a couple of brocantes to explore, including one with a business sign written in chalk on the old door and a picturesque little courtyard.
There seem to be cats everywhere in these little villages. This guy seems to be a bit irritated about something, evidenced by the bent back ears. Maybe he is not a fan of cameras and giddy American ladies.
These hand door knockers are on many of the ancient doors. They are known as the hand of Fatima and are believed to protect the house from evil.
My treasures for the morning are a French market basket, handmade by the young woman who sold it to me, some yarn to crochet my son a new hat on the train back to Paris and some soap that smells like heaven. I'm thinking they will make the perfect little gift, if I can part with them.
After a chilly morning in the market, we gather at a cafe near the market and wait for everyone to find their way back. A little snack of roasted chestnuts, café au lait and expresso. I sit with my expresso, hands holding the tiny little cup for warmth, wrapped in my jacket under a tree full of golden leaves, breathing it all in deeply. Again, my soul is flooded with gratitude for the opportunity to experience this.
The day is only beginning and already it is so full that my heart and soul are bursting.
Next, we visit Charlotte and Tom....