A snapshot of time

Sunset on another stunning Cape Town winter's day. My holiday in France is but a distant memory, although that is the way with getting back to humdrum life - the memories start to surface again once daily chores and everyday duties have been caught up with and we can begin to relive the moments that made home seem a distant memory!
Photographs are essential as an aide-memoire (you see how many French words and phrases are included in everyday English?) and without them, I am sure very few of our experiences on short trips in a foreign land would survive in the clutter of our minds.
For the moment, my overriding impression of my stay in the delightful and character-filled town of Boussac is of peace and unhurriedness, ancient stone walls and wonderful russet-tiled roofs scattered like crazy paving across the skyline, weathered shutters and foot-worn steps, blue skies dotted with puffy white clouds and fields of Van Gogh scenes with the requisite blackbirds.