Morning light. Yellow Sarlat.
Action on the aroundabout.
Covering the sidewalk with small pebbles, something characteristic of French sidewalks, which I don't quite understand, as I don't find it an ideal walking surface.
Signs of protest outside the tobacco factory in Sarlat- around 50 jobs are threatened to be cut. Article.
The grandmother of one of my students invited me to dinner at la Brasserie Sarladaise, a restaurant I have walked passed and looked at hundreds of times during this sejour. The grandmother had relatives visiting from Australia and she thought I would enjoy meeting them.
