foreboding skies above another
of the most beautiful villages of the Dordogne,
we entered the winding streets of Perigueux:
tim and i broke off to wander, and discovered what we needed most
from the trip:
there were pigeons in the plaza:
doves in the terrazzo:
and a flock of them
on the gateway to the cathedral:
we found the saints here,
and more skies cast in stone:
la famille sought solace in the cafes of the second square:
we bought hot chocolat, espresso, and forty euros worth of cheese:
it was recovery.
it was preparation for the afternoon to come.