Sunshine and Calvados

Calvados tasting in Bayeaux, and a welcome wander in the sun by the stone canals.
A second last evening at 'le Chateau', and pause to look back at the last 6 weeks on the Normandie coast.
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The quiet, ordered morning procession of geece.
A sky-blue eyed blinking regard, looking for food.
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The rolling, up and down song of the Norman accent.
Words and meaning dragged from melodiously mumbled conversations.
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Rich verdant green and brown, and everywhere the air thick with the sweet wet smell of things growing.
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Endless evening light of sunsets that refuse to find the horizon, even as midnight approaches.
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The creamy scent that fills your nostrils as you dip your bucket in the vat to take the morning milk
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The calmly expectant 7am lineup outside the Boulangerie.
2 Baguettes and a viennoise s'il vous plait.
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Broadbeans, lettuce, potato, strawberries, carrots, rhubarb and more picked straight from the garden to the table.
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The quietly laconic comments from Hugues, delivered with a perfectly poured Pastis.
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The regular random thump, and click of strolling claws as Bellis works her way through the house.
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The dramatic family history, retold with engaging passion by its central, matriarchal figure.
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Long, rambling, morphing conversations with Dominique, across 2 languages history, politics, food, farms and life as it should be lived.
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