Quaint village, cobbled streets, bracing weather, lovely people (although you don’t see any)…what’s not to like? I could walk this path forever! Continue reading →

Quaint village, cobbled streets, bracing weather, lovely people (although you don’t see any)…what’s not to like? I could walk this path forever! Continue reading →
Droplets of paint, a swirl of the brush
A foreign word, a turn of phrase
A lilting melody, a rhapsody brimming over with soulful lyrics Continue reading →
Pretty petals all in a row, Continue reading →