A Morning Walk in Saint Jacques des Blats
3:01 PM
We parked across the street and walked to the village of Saint-Jacques des Blats. The sun was bright. I watched my husband and his parents headed for the hills as I remained glued staring up at the church tower standing prominently above the sleepy atmosphere. Everything seemed closed at 11AM on a Friday. The sound of a tractor crossing this square surprised me. I stepped out of its way to let it pass as the driver greeted me, "Bonjour" with a nod. I answered back, smiling. I'm always touched by the genuine politeness in the countryside.