So the French equivalent to the "Let It Snow," is "Vivez Le Vent D'hiver." Yeah, not so much thank you. I wish this frigid 20 mph wind would die, not live on and on. It's not bringing snow and it makes me lose all blood circulation in my body. Furthermore, it kills my ambition to get out and about in this city of mine. I'm glad I took advantage of the warm weather last week and saw Perouges, a medieval village a half hour away. Here are a few glimpses at the quaint village. We arrived during lunch so it was extremely quiet; it almost felt like we were intruding. As we walked around in awe of it all, I began to question how long it took for every stone to be placed to build the church, or the little restaurant we drank hot chocolate in, or the fortress around the village. Who was involved? How did they feel about what they were doing? Did they live to see it finished?
"One of France's most beautiful villages."
Walking up the hill
"One of the ways you know if it's a medieval building is by the window pane."
Sheep!
My first quiche!
And if you're still cold, whether you're reading here in France or back home, I hope this song will warm you up a bit. You can't go wrong with reggae-ton.
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