a final Dordogne postcard

Today the gracious Clara to us to Carlux to look at Robert Doisneau’s photographs and then to the Château de Fénelon to walk up its stairs and passageways, past its ancient defensive systems, its well, the Cedar of Lebanon planted to celebrate the birth of Francois de Salignac de la Mothe-Fenelon in 1651, tiny wall lizards skittering on warm stone, and the view of the Dordogne Valley green and lovely. What the heart will remember, and won’t. As we walked back to Clara’s van, tiny gardens almost unnoticed.

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