As we drove through Normandy, we were struck by two very common sightings: the spotted cattle traditional to the area (we don’t have these freckled face guys in Texas), and the Norman stone house. The houses were everywhere. They are so commonplace that one becomes immune to their charm; whether large or small; each dwelling displayed brightly colored shutters, tons of window boxes full of flowers, or gardens spilling their glowers and vegetable across fences. Made me wish I was a painter…
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