One Sunday, two different destinations. This is a two-page spread in my sketchbook, but here they are stacked, left side above right side.
We arrived Tuesday night in the Languedoc and still have boxes to unpack, but I can’t resist stopping to paint this view from the window. I can unpack when it’s dark!
Hundreds of thousands, millions, of people assembled in major cities of France on Sunday. But even small villages had their walks and gatherings in remembrance.
Some of the Périgord’s historic sites and monuments are going into winter mode, which can mean anything from limited visiting hours to closing the doors until Easter. Fortunately the castle of Castelnaud remains open for December visitors, and we had the entire place pretty much to ourselves. A castle is a glacial and drafty domicile year-round, and viewed in December it makes a nice cozy one-room earthen-floor cottage look like the better choice.
Our daughter has been so good all year that St. Nicholas found her even at her new address in this tiny hillside village. And brought a treat from our favorite bakery too.