Gramat

I can hear a sheep bleeting just over the fence, morning doves, crickets and birds. It is just after 9 pm and I sit under a tree experiencing the last moments of day light. It feels like our summer home in Richmond, Mass. The cottage is around 300 years old and has that typical odor of mildew. But I think it will clear up over the next few days as the place will be further aired out. Right around the corner of the cottage is downtown Rignac. A very very small village. It has one church and one cafe, a park and a cemetery . Here are some pictures. As always the details and stories will have to wait until I get back.