1) Rita moving her horses from a lower pasture back to the one by the house. These horses are worse than walking a dog - they have to stop and sniff everything plus they have to stop and munch newly fallen chestnuts and fresh grass along the way. (At least they don't lift their legs...)2) The tree in the middle of the photo, the one with the thickest trunk, is within a hundred feet of Frank & Rita's. Admittedly, at first glance that doesn't look very interesting until you learn that it is sequoia/giant redwood planted in 1889 by one of the village women. Saplings were given out at the World's Fair in Paris which she went to - the same fair for which the Eiffel Tower was built. Moral of the story - you're never too old to plant a tree as someone will be along at some point to appreciate it. The lady who planted this one I'm sure never imagined YOU would be looking at it.
3) The view out our bedroom window (also the entrance to Rita & Frank's home).
4) The hound dog who barks all night and sleeps all day. (Where are those hunters when you need them?!)
5) Ladies in waiting (probably to appear on someones dinner table).
6) The post office in Mercoeur, the next village over and the town Peyrissac is in. You might also note the clothesline in the patio just before it. I suppose if you spoke French well enough you could probably negotiate to have your clothes washed, dried, and mailed home.
7) Off to Argentat for a last bit of sightseeing and lunch and, what else?, stairs, stairs, stairs. To take one's mind off the stairs you might note the clothesline with clothes hanging on the balcony.
8) The crew outside the Le Saint Jacques restaurant where we had lunch (after climbing so many stairs one does have to fortify oneself you know) - another GREAT meal I might add. For once we were close enough to our beds to actually enjoy an afternoon siesta.
9) In case you want to learn just a little French, the word for trash can is poubelle (pronounced poo-bell). This one is reserved for tourists. So polite the French! Merci!
Back in the states we learned that J&J always wanted to visit the National Naval Aviation Museum in Pensacola. I understand a red Corvette was seen in their parking lot. Keep an eye out, Joe...
