An ellipsis kind of day ...

Maybe it's because I'm missing my better half, but les tournesols seemed especially sad on yesterday's randonée à vélo (bike ride).

And the scratchy wild flowers seemed to grab at my calves ...

But there were a few lovely sites ...

Like this fixer upper ...

And the spookiest église in the neighborhood. This is the church in Queyssel, in which our younger son said he'd like to live. Maybe someday it'll go on the market and I can entice Luke to return to France by buying it for him. Ah, les rêves!

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