The centre of social life in our nearest village is the salle polyvalente – in effect, the local village hall. It hosts all kinds of meeting and functions and its furniture – including these remarkably uncomfortable chairs – are stacked neatly in another building, just behind the salle itself.
Meanwhile, back in Aubeterre-sur-Dronne, home to the subterranean church as featured n recent posts, on the main street there is a now closed down shop that obviously used to sell some very upmarket wines.
For example, a bottle of that 1967 Chateau La Mission Haut-Brion would nowadays set you back close to 400 dollars or euros. Cooking wine it ain’t.
Cee is looking for something farming-related this week for her Black & White Photo Challenge. This is a close-up of the business end of a very old wooden plough. Just give a thought to how labour-intensive that job must have been.
Two or three times a year the local mairie sends out one of its fleet of tractors to cut the grass and trim the hedges that bound most of the minor roads in the commune – including the one that passes through our little hamlet. This is known as the ‘fauchage’ – not to be confused with ‘chauffage’, whch means heating.
These guys don’t take any prisoners and there’s no room to pass them, so you just have to get out of the way as best you can.