It was a sleep in morning as well - quite surprised when it was 8.30 an before we woke! A little more washing to be done after breakfast before we went for a long walk around the village.
This one was the Maria British Cemetery, the area being close to the front line all through WWI. Here are buried French, German, British and Canadian young men. It is interesting to see the care and respect shown towards the then enemy by those who organised the burials - the differing nationalities we all mixed with each other across the cemetery. How very sad and wasteful! The youngest we saw buried here was a 17 year old from London.
After this reflection and re-evaluation of life, we returned to the van for a little lunch.
We have made friends with the man in the Friterie Du Parc. Last evening we thought that a petite serving of local frits might be a little accompaniment to our evening meal - think again it was our evening meal! Nothing petite at all about the serving! An the fits man recognised us on our walk this morning and shouted out to us “Australien”!
You sound relaxed and happy, and will remember this little town forever, and your friend the frits man, its all a learning curve!! Interesting yellow vehicle parked next to you, I guess they get by in it. xxxx
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