Sunday, October 8, 2017

The French Way, Day One

It might be the French Way, but we did not have to surrender.

Call me Ishmael.  Our beloved driver,
he doesn't eat vegetables and hopes 
to become a guide or park ranger.


A beautiful area for washing clothes.

The donkey by the side of the trail.  I would
like to make a political joke here, but none
come to mind.

Quince Tree

Apple trees

Basic house along the trail with a basic 
coat of arms.  Just like at home.

An open horrio, loaded to the top with corn.

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