Un jour, une image, une histoire et autres bricolages d'un promeneur solitaire.
Ganagobie
(Prieuré de Ganagobie, Alpes-de-Haute-Provence, 14h 40)
Au prieuré de Ganagobie j’ai croisé un vieux moine à tête de tortue le front barré de rides creusées par des années de doute.
I'm reminded of a snail looking sideways at me, and thinking about eating the leaves of the plant below. Snails don't worry much till you show them the garlic and butter.
I'm reminded of a snail looking sideways at me, and thinking about eating the leaves of the plant below. Snails don't worry much till you show them the garlic and butter.
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