How I have loved the varied and often poignant crosses that are found all over France.
Protection for homes, farming fields, the entrance way to villages, schools and of course the village church. Oh… I nearly forgot the crosses in the beautiful, if somewhat stark, graveyards I have wandered on my own. (Mal does not share my fascination for graveyards).
This is my farewell post to France…
Au revoir France….. goodbye until we meet again.
