Looking out my back door

I'm sitting here at breakfast once more. The back door to La Giro has been open most of the day, every day, as has been our bedroom window. I hate to think about leaving this place.

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Poitiers, Oradour-sur-Glane, Limoges

We just tonite got back from a two-day trip to Poitiers, Oradour-sur-Glane, and Limoges, where they make Limoges porcelain. Dan will be posting photos, I'm sure, but we saw some amazing things, including fields and fields of sunflowers, which made us think each time of our sweet Lena.

 
Oradour was dramatic and amazing. If you don't have time to read about it on the website, here's the gist: On June 10, 1944, 200 SS soldiers surrounded the village, corralled the 642 inhabitants of the village, and killed them all except for six who escaped. They shot the men and, having gathered the women and children into the church, shot and burned them. They set all of the buildings on fire, burning most of the bodies beyond recognition. The German soldiers then buried the corpses in a mass grave.

Who can do a thing like that? And what kinds of things like that are happening now, in our global village?

Cows love music!

In one of the more bizarre but thoroughly enjoyable moments of this trip, Reginald, who plays the "old" (no valves) French horn, stated that cows love music and was willing to bet $100 to prove it.

No one took his bet, but he nevertheless took his horn to the pasture and most certainly proved his point.

As you can see on the attached video, he played and they didn't just come; many in the herd ran to be near him. He wound up with a semi-circle of cows listening to his playing. Moving, wonderful, and if I had not been there to see it, I probably would not believe it.

Les vaches aiment la musique!

Reginald's concert I
Reginald's concert II

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