Sancerre…renowned for great wine, delicious cheese…and ruddy, big ice-creams.
I’m not sure what this flower is, but there were a lot about and they were absolutely beautiful…
…as was this shop front.
It was great to see this old house…
…restored to some of it’s former glory.
Outside and inside the church we were menaced by a busker, who followed us round playing the guitar.
This BVM is very kitsch, but very effective. I have a vivid memory of seeing it when i was a child. Seeing it again this summer dropped me back into that memory, a very strange feeling.
My lovely Boys :-).