Oingt, oingt, oingt…all the way home

To the cutest village I ever laid eyes on, including some pretty tidy towns in Ireland.

  
Oingt, pronounced “wheh” as in this little piggy nursery rhyme, was on the way to our Beaujolais winery on Friday. I can’t even describe how cute it was, here in land of Pays D’Or (golden stones), so let me show you instead…

 
   
 

   

   
    
    
    
   
   
    
   
And eventually I’ll use this more, but here’s a watercolor from today…

  


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