Sunday: Good morning France

There's one photo here of our arrival last night. We have the only two rooms on a second floor overlooking the courtyard in the rear of a village house. It's immaculate. Although still no air-conditioning my trusty fan kept me cool enough. So I slept well enough.

For breakfast the owner could not have been more attentive waiting on us at every moment with a selection of three breads, croissants, jams, coffee, egg and so on. Not the buffet we had yesterday but lovely nonetheless. And with a 10 year old Beagle that eagerly waited a falling crumb that never came.