We're in the Loire staying with friends. We've been coming to this gorgeous little village for the past nine years. Every time we visit at a slightly different time of year. Last year we arrived when the sunflowers were nearly over, this year they're just starting to flower. Last year there were giant hay stacks. This year there are huge wheat fields nearly ready for harvesting. Dusky gold wheat fields against the big skies is something you certainly don't see in Paris.
I love the creamy gold of the stone in this region.
Here is an old rusty horse shoe. Also golden.
A troglodyte cave, with mandatory giant spiderweb.
Some extraordinary curled, dried, dusky golden leaves.
Red poppies look lovely against the pale creamy stone.