|
|
On the road, seeking the back roads |
|
|
|
|
Boulbon, a town at the end of
nowhere, sunset |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Close the hatch and off we go |
|
|
|
|
Our patio at the old stone farm
house where we stayed |
|
|
|
|
Persimmonal Splendor (on the
outskirts of
the end of nowhere, sunset) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Beautiful poisonous berries |
|
|
|