The house at the farm. I sleep in the building to the right. Ingo, Carole and Camille working to get the donkeys inside. Typical breakfast.
You can see the Pyrenees from here! And even though this is a regional park, the land is still used for tree plantations where you can see the abrupt change from pine to something else. On my hike today, I often had to open and close pasture gates so donkeys or sheep didn't escape.
This marker was by the side of a tiny mountain road.
Molding fresh cheeses. Washed-rind cheeses aging. More cheese.
From whence the cheese comes.
The church in Olonzac (one market where Ingo sells), retains its Revolutionary spirit. (The French government took over all of the churches during the Revolution and made them property of the State.)
Miette, the house kitten who is sleeping on my lap as I type.
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