So Jesus H. Christ is everywhere over here. Crosses by the side of the road, and LOTS of crucifixes. Brought up Catholic and still paying the price, I'm not amused. But some of them are stunning.
Case in point, there is a white sculpture crucifix high in the hills that you can see from the balanceuse (the French have a different word for everything-that means the outside swing) next to the river. Here's a picture of the view. You can just see the little white crucifix in the upper left by the tree branch. You can actually make out the cross in person and it's kinda nice knowing he's up there.
Here we are crossing the bridge going to visit the little guy. This bridge crosses Le Gartempe, which flows past the house.
Getting closer...
Here's the crazy old stairs you where you leave the street...and the woods begin.
You pass through a little hamlet of troglodyte houses. That's the actual term for them. TheFrench are actually kinda proud of the ability to take the natural resource of the cave and convert it into a home. Just met a man who grew up in one and the smell of soot and mildew makes him nostalgic. Not for me I think, but very cool anyway.
And here's the big guy. Of course, as genius as the French are at making everything gorgeous, they are even better at making that same thing VERY tacky at some later time. Hence the star on top.
My favorite part about this is that this spot on the hill is a perfect view of the village and our house in it. See below a view and close-up.
You gotta kinda look for the river and the break in the trees in the first pic to find the house with the blue shutters on the water but there it is. See previous post for other pics of the house.
I think I'm moving to the castle this weekend and will be alone for a few days. Kinda freaked out by that.
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