Une grappe de raisin

When we arrived Wednesday evening the front door was hidden by laden grape vines so that the entry was like a hobbit hole. After some sleep, lots for Tom and a tiny bit for Mike, we harvested, re-attached the vines to the wall, and then worked in the gardens, and just wandered about getting a sense of tiny rustic delightful LaFage. More photos of it will come later, only allowed one a day and these grapes were my choice!