Ian and I took several drives out to visit different places, several small attractive towns with interesting names, narrow streets, the houses close together or touching, with their main doors opening onto the street, window boxes and plant pots – looking sad and sorry after the energy the plants put into summer flowering - still sitting on sills or pavement by the doors. Now there were Christmas lights, decorations
tied to down-pipes at intervals along the streets and adorned with huge shiny paper bows or fans, maybe even hung with faux parcels of the same shiny paper. They weren’t sophisticated, but in their way rather attractive. I gather that the local council put up the branches and the local residents do the ornamenting. Nice touch!
In most of the villages there were avenues of trees, pollarded each year, looking like lumpy gnarled fists reaching from solid tree trunks.
They too looked pretty strung with coloured lights. Oops, these aren’t pollarded! Still pretty though!
and talking of Cognac
Here were the famous names of the brandy giants: Courvoisier,
the cake shop and chocolatier nearby….
a perfect spot!
In fact Ian and I couldn’t believe that we could actually sit outside a Jarnac cafe bar drinking hot chocolate on 12 December, but it was a beautiful and unusually mild day so we made the most of it..
We weren’t to know it then but temperatures were to plummet a few days later and scarf, gloves and hat would have been welcome additions to the accessories wardrobe.
In my next post I will show you more photos, but that’s all for today.
Talk again soon.