wandering Villars, drifting by the pool -

the first full day at villars?
well, first we wake, take breakfast together, then head out,
clutching at our caffeine of choice,
down the white gravel drive, to see the village . . .



taking time to stop and ponder the local vegetable gardens . . .


and debate what the hell the vegetables they were growing were.
imagine!
vegetables! in their natural habitat!


sadly, we found that even the french have trouble with french.
apparently, they all use "stop" for their stop signs.
why did i find this disturbing?


course, their DOORS are cooler than any building we do here,
so i guess i can let it go.


back to the chateau. why?


ah,
yes, pool time.


the smell of lavender and the buzz of bumblebees at the edge of the meadow
that lapped up to the pool.


everyone fell into the gentle lull of the afternoon.