|Every white dot is a snail.|
But I’m getting ahead in the story. We had decided to get up at 6am to walk down the hill below the village so we could take photos of Lacoste in the morning light (since it faces east). I woke up a 5am for some unknown reason, and I almost thought about getting out the camera gear and taking some star trail photos because Orion was perfectly framed in our window, but I didn’t want to wake Alan. So we got up for real at 6am, dressed warmly, grabbed our flashlights, and headed out.
|Lacoste at sunrise|
|The window to our house is circled. |
We are actually in the studio for now, which is directly
below the house, so you can't see it's window.
|Anyone know how to tell if they are |
table grapes or wine-making grapes?
|Storyteller and the crowd|
A man (maybe the mayor?) invited everyone to snacks and drinks in of the squares afterwards, but since I couldn’t figure out what the food was we just walked leisurely home, a nice end to a long day.
|Finger-food for everyone : )|