Our time here is nearly over now, but we find an afternoon where we've both -- shock, horror! -- caught up with all our stuff, and decide to get out and revisit some places we saw for the first time almost a year ago.
And we ask ourselves how will we leave
And how will we manage without our French friends and the village faces we know; the chaos of birds in Rosemary's garden; the soft toll of bells?
I have no idea.