Salers: the village

The village Salers:




We bought some of the local cheese, aged seven years. So good. So good ...


It's true:


Portrait of the artist as purchaser of sweetmeats and tenderloins:


Our hotel:


Our hotel again, entrance to the left.


So much danger. We were forever in peril of our lives ...


We saw chairs and churches ...


and alien trees.


Portrait of the artist as an aspiring Christian:


We were alone inside the church.