After the concert in the abbey we headed home and decided on impulse to stop for a drink at Cucuron, a little village near us.
The best part of Cucuron, in my opinion, is the basin once used for tanning surrounded by 200 year old plane trees. Plus, the sun was just setting which is my favorite part of the day, with soft light and cool air.
Reflections in the water.
I know I said I wouldn’t post any more photos of this type of subject (won’t say what to keep away weird searches) but this is number 4. We were at a market, mostly in the shade but any time we wandered into the sun there were comments on getting him a hat. In fact, four women, one at a time, came up and told us that. We felt so guilty we went and bought this one at the market of the village we were in. Does it get any sweeter than this?