Every day we walk to school and this is what we see.
The little church with its own square.
The place (pronounced plahhhce) that we walk through every day.
The street we pass by.

But more than that, more than the beauty of Southern France in Fall, we will miss our friends. Here is Anne readying her table for a Thanksgiving feast we were privileged to partake of. Thank you, Doyle family. You were/are a blessing to us.