Somehow I've been spending a lot of time with goats. That's Marshall, the white one who I've misnamed in a previous post and Capucchino behind him who's the queen chèvre of the pen.
Luxurious quarters that overlook sunflowers, fields of harvested hay for their fellow horses. These chèvres eat organic veggies and even branches from the rosebushes.
Sunflowers nod in the breeze and the bench invites a pause.
Even a deux chevaux and zinnia's nearby.
The day topped off with an apero nearby and I wanted to catch the light hitting a glass of white wine. Like the French countryside.
But when I walked outside the bistro it felt like I'd stepped into a Spanish village.
The white stucco buildings.
Tiled timeworn steps.
Where do you think this was?
Cara - Tuesday somewhere
