This time I remember where it was – Forcalquier, where we had gone to stroll about the market. I still have some wonderful wooden spoons made from olive wood. Simple, smooth and very strong. The wood hasn’t split at all after 16 years of very regular use.
We had gone for a coffee for a break from the midday sun, and I saw these wonderful windows and balconies across the road, with the shadows of the leaves playing across the building in the breeze:
Just wish I had taken more of the shutters …which are barely visible at the top of the image.