Haven’t been doing much writing recently. Were I to keep you abreast with all the political and social happenings in France, it would make pretty depressing reading. So, I’ve been out capturing my chosen place of exile and here is Bourges, early on a frosty Monday morning. We are in the Marais – the enormous “local lung” – mile upon mile of allotments connected by canals and all reached by these very iconic flat bottomed boats.
Other than this, nothing much to say, though I’ll probably have plenty to say later. It was -5°c when these photos were taken at 07h30 on Monday.