. . .Is the direction I took once I’d pulled on jeans and some comfortable shoes and headed out, camera slung around my neck. I couldn’t pretend to just be on my way to the boulangerie for the morning bread with that camera staring at everyone like a black cyclops.
Still, I tried to be discreet. I ambled. And hummed, kicking pebbles.
You’ve noticed, these shots are unpeopled. The village is not, though, I promise. It is, in fact, inhabited, and the folks sure look hospitable — we all greet each other with “Bonjour Madame, Monsieur, les enfants” — whatever — when we pass in the street.
But I didn’t want to ambush anyone quite yet for the right photo-op.
We’ll meet a bit later, on September 1st, at the annual village gathering. . .
When you come back tomorrow, I’ll tell you more about this, a family’s private chapel just across the street. . .
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