After nearly bonking yesterday, I took a rest day yesterday while Mark went out on the ride. We both enjoyed our days. I blogged in the morning, then went out for a stroll around the old village where I took some pictures with my iPhone and picked up some souvenirs. Then it clouded over and rained, so I went back to the hotel, re-emerging a couple of hours later to take another stroll with Mark's camera. I then had a delightful lunch with a couple on the tour from Salt Lake before heading back to the hotel to await Mark's return.
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| The parish church just off the square |
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| Detail of the painting above the church doors. I commented that Jesus looks like a stoned hippy. Mark's comment: "He looks like he's being strangled." |
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| Detail of the church door |
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| I had another one of those experiences where I happened to look up and saw this plaque. It turns out there were at least three more on buildings near the square. Each thanks a person who "died gloriously for the liberation of Castellane" in August 1944. |
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| At this gate on 31 January 1586, a bunch of women held off an invading Protestant army during the French religious wars. A nearby historical plaque states that a woman named Judith Andrau poured a cauldron of boiling tar on the captain of the invaders, saving the day. |
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| Our hotel |
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