Sunday, April 29th, has been a quiet day at home, really the home of Jean-Ives and Chantelle. The sun has been out all day and it was even warm enough to sit outside for awhile.




This is the front of this home that I have been staying at...but from the street its privacy is protected by a tall hedge. Most French homes seem to have gated entrances for their cars.

Looking down the road, the use of brick is typical for the north of France. So is the trimming of trees every few years to provide for shade while controlling size. 

This is a view of the backyard from the large terrace. No, that's not one of my dogs. Scotty, pronounced as scooty, is actually smaller than either my William or Annie. Here he is delighted to have grabbed an empty water bottle and is happily making crunching sounds.