This house in a back alley in the nearby village of Montignac has been like this since we came to live here twelve years ago. Number 13, I wonder if it has an unlucky history? According to the plaque on the wall the building is also 13th century. Chains, locks, and cobwebs adorn the door. I never pass it without a little shiver.
In Arles, southern France, there is a rather beautiful fourth century Roman fountain (the Arles Obélisque) with four faces, each dispensing water which the pigeons congregate under to shower! I love the gentle eyes.
Somewhere in the department of the Lot, S.France, where the soil is a lovely deep red.
A surprising treat when we went to the market this morning, as we do every Sunday. Today the square was packed with dancers in traditional costumes, and French men playing a variety of interesting instruments. One in particular looked like electronic bag-pipes – if such a thing exists! The atmosphere was delightful and all happening in and around the market traders and their stalls. I imagine the paella man will do a good trade today!
Electronic bag-pipes ??
Throughout the year Rouffignac have a wonderful variety of entertainment for such a small village.
Sitting behind my hubby in the microlight I look straight down at the village of Rocamadour. The buildings rise in stages up the side of a cliff on the right bank of the Alzou river which runs between rock walls 120metres in height. Flights of steps ascend from the lower town to the churches, a group of massive buildings half way up the cliff.
Chateau de Losse
I took this from the back seat of hubby’s microlight (ultralight/ULM) some time ago. The first time I looked at it I just loved the shadows of the trees.
In memory of the twelve journalists and cartoonists wantonly slaughtered at the offices of their newspaper ‘Charlie Hebdo’ on Wednesday morning.
In support of France, the country I live in, and free speech.
The men who carried out this atrocity have apparently said they want to die as martyrs, but they seem to have missed the obvious; the only martyrs made here are the ones they themselves have created – as in the people they’ve murdered and the newspaper they attacked. May they fade rapidly into the dusts of history and be quickly forgotten.
Long Live Charlie Hebdo!
(please feel free to use this photo)
Summer Lovin’ Sunflowers up close, here in the garden in the Dordogne.
This post is in answer to a recent post by Rommel, one of my favourite bloggers over at The Sophomore Slump . He’s just put up a post he calls ETC, which actually stands for a lot of photo rejects that he deemed unworthy of posting. They have only just seen the light of day, and I’m glad they did! In one of his replies to a comment he said ‘someone here needs to do an etc post!’ A challenge like that has to be taken up. Rommel plucked his photos from all sorts of times and places. I’ve done mine slightly differently and taken all the pics from one period in May this year. So here we are, a bunch of pics taken when our Irish biker visitors came to stay for a few days and we had some great ride-outs to some of our local beauty spots here in the Dordogne.
A Pretty Door
Not Open for Business!