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Bonjour! This is the French equivalent of good morning or good day or the shortened version we use in Australia, g'day. |
This is the open market in a little rural village called Genas, outside Lyon.
The French have this lovely bread which smells better than oats! The long bread is called a baguette and
it is better than a bag of oats too. |
Architecture in this part of France is dominated by the clapboards that close over the windows, called
shutters. But after the first night here, it is easy to see why they are there - to help keep the cold out! Even
with the shutters closed and my woolly jumper, my little toes still nearly curl up. |
These French cats are as quick as the Chinese ones! |
After the journey up to the top, I had another brush with obscurity! |
After my narrow escape and being at a church (a cathedral, no less), I thought I had better go and say
a few 'Hail Marys.' But I got lost and ended up with some weird looking sheep that spoke Arabic. They looked like they
were lost too. All we needed was someone to save us. |
Further along the ridge are the remains of a roman theatre. Built entirely of stone, mostly marble, the seats
are set in a semi-circular pattern rising away from the stage. |
My kind of car. Not only is it white with black points, it looks kinda laid back and sheepish. Just love those cute
little headlamps. |
But all I am likely to end up with is a bicycle! At least the seat is comfy and I need a rest.... |
Now the Roman museum was very interesting. Included is this carving of a ram's head. I wonder if he is one of my ancestors? Can you see the family resemblance? |
The romans had their own language, called Latin. It looks like they wrote everything in upper case. But who knows what it says? |
Ah, I worked out what this one says! |
No parking problems in France. Buy the snub-nose car (called a Smart Car) and park it sideways! |
Nothing like an early morning buck-up of caffeine. Cafe au lait or coca-cola? Tough choice. |
Another lion! But not such a problem this time as he is so old, he doesn't have any teeth left! |
It seems that there was a book written a long time ago that tells the life of Jesus someone or other. Anyway, these big churchy buildings are all about him. He couldn't have been too bad a fellow because we sheep get a mention, and sometimes a mosaic role! |
I even get a mention in the bottom of the basilica, which Big Al's dad says is called the crypt and is lined by the church equivalent of
an insurance policy. |
Now this one couldn't grab me in his mouth because it was already occupied, with constant spitting. Clearly he is worried by the presence of a very small lamb on his foot. |
Headhunters in the city? Ouch. I can see why they had to chain this guy up! |
I have been remembered! They named a street after me. |
This little tree in Perouges was planted in 1792! But most of the village was built years before that and it is still standing too. |
This is the front gate to Perouges. The wood is centuries old and is rotting away slowly. I tried to collect an entry tax as people came in, but no-one paid me any attention, or any money! |
In olden times, they had little doors for cats and dogs and little lambs too! Can you see me? |
I once heard someone say that they knew what they would get for their pains. Well I'm not sure what it is, but I now know where to go to get them! |
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