Medieval Magic

Daniel arrives in Monflanquin in time for the annual Medieval Festival.  We are similar in many ways.  He fits into my sweat shirt and other apparel. We share the same opinion about many people we know.

And he eats dark chocolate every day like his mother.

Costumed to celebrate the day. Above the door, the grapes grow fatter, but still not sweet enough for snacking.

My cousins from Israel with Daniel's friends and their adorable baby.

Baby Elenor got her first tooth here in Monflanquin.She did not suffer silently.

I am looking at about two weeks left of my stay. A dear friend will visit the last week of August.  Thinking about priorities, there are a few more  sweet people to see. More time will be spent in the pool. Delicious French cheese will be eaten and amazingly fresh produce enjoyed.  I cannot duplicate my village life style at home. The uniqueness and charm of the place do not translate. Most of all I will miss my friends and the ease of conversation and conviviality.  The  surround sound French  will be sadly absent.  Planning my next stint in the village is the only way to cope with the loss.

And the Medieval Beat goes on..........