Week one–st

Welcome et Bievenue a La France. We are coming up quickly on our first week in this enchanting place. It has suddenly become more enchanting since the heat was turned on. I can only imagine how in alt we will be when the hot water and the lights work too. The dogs are adapting. Bert ran headlong into the glass door, gave himself a concussion and promptly bit the ankle of our nice neighbor. They are doing pretty well otherwise. This morning started with a walk on what turns out to be the first day of hunting season. They evidently only hunt here on Sunday and Wednesday. There were many sets of guys in full camo, shotguns over their shoulders, guns dogs at their sides seeming to walk in a zig zag pattern through the vines and into the tiny town. I hope to not understand all of this in the near future. Beulah, (our smaller brown dog), jumped on top of the four foot stone wall like some wayward goat when I stepped out of the gate. The front courtyard is off limits without adult supervision going forward, especially on Sundays and Wednesdays. I realize I should take the requisite pictures of the amazing food at the farmers markets. I am sure I will get to it. In the interim, I will leave you with these two images instead.Sallie.