In the heart of Grambios is the seat of local government.

A Sunday afternoon drive with stops in three local villages. I have not included a narrative for this selection of photos. Please ask questions if something catches your eye and you want to know more.

Cheers.

M.

The stroll continues through the streets of Grambois.

A window into the soul.

But dad, what if I don’t want a pain au chocolat from a castle bakery??

Grambois is so well looked after.

Reminds me of Tuscany and Umbria.

Just go outside and find a free seat.

And on to Cucuron.

This used to be the nicest little creperie.

Bring an appetite.

Buddies forever.

Home is where the red door is.

Doesn’t everyone have a grain auger pointing to the street from their upstairs bedroom?

The bakery in Cucuron is closing shortly.

Why is he lining up to be at the front line for the sale to start?

It’s just in the blood.

Need a place to park your bike?

One for Charlie!

If I only had an Kodak cine film camera and needed a canister…

Home of the local mayor in Cucuron.

And later in the day, three from Goult.

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