in the village of Avezac, on the way to the bar tabac

in the tiny village we were staying there was only one bar.  not that we went there often, due to the mass quantities of wine we were coming home with every day.  oh, french wine, how i love you..  but on a cool and overcast evening we decided to check out the the local bar tabac, meandering through the empty streets,  climbing up a rocky hill to look at a tower built in the middle ages on the way..


Thursday, April 15, San Diego