Ah, la France… This sight sparked a silly memory. When I had the official interview to receive a French visa, I was asked to tell them the country’s motto. Easy peasy: “Liberté, Fraternité… et… et…” I drew a complete blank, and the word wasn’t about to come to mind! After agonizing over my sort for a moment the officer laughed and kindly filled in the blank, “Egalité.” “Oui! Bien sur!” I chirped, a bead of sweat rolling down my forehead. It’s like asking someone the colors of the American flag… if they say “red, white, and… and…” you can only handle so many seconds before screaming “BLUE!”
Beautifully chiseled stone walls construct the château and most houses and walls of the village.
We are even more surprised to discover ancient grape presses. This is where they made wine! I doesn’t seem to be in use today, but there are signs of renovation in power cords and new bricks scattered about.
A special thanks to little Emmett for being such a sport on our voyage and for the days that follow.