It's easy to be 'wowed' by the big sights in France...the Eiffel Tower, the Notre Dame, the art, statues, gardens bursting with blooms and fragrances, beautiful churches with gorgeous stained glass windows...the list goes on and on. But I find the charming 'little things' just as delightful and in some ways, even more impressive than the biggies that everyone oohs and aahs over. For example, Laury and I were exploring the dark, winding ruelles of old Figeac the Saturday of the photo vernissage. We stopped a moment to get our bearings and figure out where to go next when I felt as if someone were watching me. I turned and right at eye level, I saw this tiny woman looking at me! She is faded and worn, some of her crisp, sharp edges have been dulled by the centuries, but there she is...a bit of beauty lurking on the wall of a dark, narrow passage. She actually moved side to side, and I think she was at one time, a decorative hinge that held open a window shutter. Someone went to a lot of work to make her and obviously had great pride in their home to embellish it with this petite piece of carved metal. It's a French thing....to make everything, even a lowly shutter hinge, beautiful!