the chapel

So now today early, Matthew and Theodore have set out, armed with a baguette and a bar of chocolate and a water bottle, up the road and up the hill  to the chapel of Notre-Dame-des-Anges, the chapel, to ring the bell so all can hear the arrival, armed also with a little hammer to knock of pieces of rock in case they are interesting-- they will perhaps come down by the Roman Road, very grown over in places, but all the same, historic -- our cabanon has a roman wall, and everywhere feels laden with tradition. Even our meals under the trees downstairs, and even our drinks upstairs overlooking the field -- all of it. And there's a lot of it!