Rocamadour, SW France
To me, Rocamadour looks like it is clinging for its life to the cliffs
To me, Rocamadour looks like it is clinging for its life to the cliffs
This was the view from the front of our house in France
This red scooter caught my eye in our village one day when we were fetching bread.
A most unexpected charming hamlet.
Salt was once always made this way on the Ile de Re.