After what seemed a long night that was actually five hours short by way of a 5-hour time change, we arrived yesterday in Villefranche to our sweet little apartment, across a pretty square from the village church. Remember the song you sang as a kid -- frere Jacque? And the bit about "sonnez les matinas?" And the "ding, dong ding?" Well, I now understand it too well as they ring "les matinas" every morning at 7 am, right across from our apt, and they get pretty enthusiastic about it. Of course, the bells also ring the hours and half hour. Blessedly, they pause from 10 pm to 7 am. Local color and very atmospheric.
Here are a few pics of our front door, the square we look out on, and our little "street". None of the roads in the old town are big enough for cars, too narrow and too many steps. Another blessing from another era.
More later
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