Once upon a time the little market town must have been a thriving place . Now it's a quiet backwater. The population has fallen by three quarters as agriculture declined and folks moved to the big cities in search of employment. All that's left of its heyday is a parish church the size of a cathedral and streets of empty sixteenth and seventeeth century merchants houses out of all proportion to todays needs. What young couple wants to take over the running of a rambling, draughty townhouse? Today, opposite our parking spot there is a particularly fine sixteenth century house with two large mounting blocks set into the stone work. How chic it must once have been. Fading grandeur is now giving way to a collapsing roof.
...... and a long walk, in the cool morning air, down the hill to the lake.
The bakers has opened up its hot season ice cream cabinet. Home made ices and all sorts of frozen cakes. We eye up a Trois Chocolat but it's sized for a family of eight. All the smaller ones have gone.
So starts a quiet Sunday in deepest, deepest France profonde with an inquisiitve Polish Lowland Sheepdog. Another 30 degree plus day lies ahead.
I think I'd like to eat here :https://www.therosedeal.com/restaurant/