Just about every evening I take a walk with one or more of my neighbors. Tonight it was with Beatrice & Aurua. We started out as the village clock struck nine. The bell on the tower tolls the hour twice, about five minutes apart, just in case you did not catch it the first time. It then chimes once on the half hour. The familiar sound of la cloche is just one of the aspects of village life that I hold so dear.
Did you notice how blue the sky still is at 9 pm?
In fact the sun was only begining to set & the light & shadows were so beautiful.
The colors of the flowers took on a special glow.
The wheat fields were truly a golden hue. They are starting to cut the blé now.
So it was nice to see it one last time before it is cut & bundled up in the round boules.
Then back to the bridge & chez moi as the sun was now going down or coucher du soleil.
It was time for me to close the shutters & go to bed too.
Bonne nuit et bon rêve!