ugni blanc

I was woken up by the chatter of restless children outside my bedroom. They don’t have school on Wednesdays so they usually hand around Caroline and I but today is my day off I’ve decided and I’m going into town for the market.
For such a small quiet town, Barbotan has a huge local market with everything you need. I’m a little frightened of sparking up a conversation with a vender, they seem to like talking and explaining their products in detail. I want to buy some of this Armagnac that this region is so famous for but even buying it directly from the producers is outrageously expensive, maybe I’ll just buy some staples to get me through the week.
Anyway, I finally got a good picture of the front of the château and where we eat lunch everyday. It seems that every time we’re out there now we catch the geese eating the grapes and have to chase them out of the vines. This is not usually the job for me simply because those geese are out to get me and will literally go out of there way just to chase me and bite at me; apparently they can sense my fear.


As for “The Idiot” Davor, it’s going really well. I’m only about 35 pages in but I like it so far, it’s a little hard to remember the names of people because I can’t pronounce them at all.

It's true, we can still smile after a 10 hour day and a face full of paint.

Green arrow - Yo La Tango
les filles et Les Chiens - Jacques Brel