...and here is the road down to it. Note the washing hanging up in the hut on the right.
There's also a bar in the next village, fifty minutes walk away. Nothing like a nice cafe Calva mid morning to help us on our way back!
Sunday was election day, and the Mayor (yes Roy, not chairman) who was our builder let me in for a sneak view. There he is sitting on the right, ready to kiss and shake hands with all who arrive. Not quite like telling in the Guildhall! Note the glass ballot box on the immediate front left of the voter, showing all the votes. Quite spooky.
Back to the neighbours, another, Mme Marie (no relation), whose Normandy patois challenges Mrs F's rusty French.
That's all for now folks. Maybe some more bits another day, if something local doesn't stop the press.