Looking out from the top of Lacoste. Do you see the lavender fields in the distance?
A fountain once of practical importance, now simply admired.
Whenever I see a cat I think of my niece Marie. Today was no exception.
Quaint corners. Stone paths. Flowers pots galore. Picturesque. But few locals.
Once upon a time in France there was an extra tax for each and every window in your home. To avoid extra cost, the French stoned in some of their windows.
The original, "Must Dash", I mean
Hand forged iron hinge.
Lacoste in Provence is a hillside village. Cars are not allowed inside the village.