One morning I was awakened to a strange sound in the street beneath my window. There were horses braying below.
Like a child looking for Saint Nicholas, I jumped out of the bed, flew open the sash, and grabbed my camera.
Later I learned the horses were pulling a water wagon to feed the town’s plants.
It would be a real feat to maneuver a truck around these street barriers.
Plus, what a delightful way to start a day.
Categories: Around France, Blog, Chapter 4: Life in France Part Two, Uzès, Village Scenes in Uzes
I love your village scenes.keep them coming! How is the heat?