Crossing the Gironde

The ferry queue was … to the end of the village, and back
so by the time we boarded, we also had had our cheese board
as French baguettes and French cheese are second to none.

I love places where people are up to each other’s armpits
still insisting to live their own lives alongside others.

Respecting the personal space of the beautifully freckled lady,
I refrained from asking her for some close ups (and still regret it).

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