I almost posted the picture I took at the fifteen minute point today. But it was too boring. I stopped exactly in front of Emmaüs, my favourite shop. It’s open twice a week and sells junk, loose ends, faded dead-peoples clothes, rusty bicycles, white elephants and other unmentionables. It’s a feast for the eyes and is run by an ill-assorted bunch of volunteers including our very kind neighbour JM. Unfortunately it’s only a feast for the eyes on the inside. My photo of the outside is unworthy of my new camera. Here instead is a fetching pile of logs lying around near the village of Saint Martin the Handsome.
As a bonus here too is a picture I took today of a crow taking off.