Baugé.

We were at the family house in Baugé this weekend...





These three were the entertainment. The three cousins played for hours out in the little stone house at the back of the garden - they even got stuck out there when a big rainstorm came in and there they stayed, sheltered under the little roof; they ate meals with 'les grands,' where we found that Marguerite had suddenly acquired the habit of yelling across the table whenever she had something to announce (we think it may have to do with being in a class of 28 kids at school); and to top it off, they slept in the same room - a dream sleepover, where Louise read stories to all.





I love Baugé for its details - for the multicolored grapevines...



And the chocolate fondant in its tiny glass, which was brought to the table and announced as a dish in which many people were going to have to indulge (there are 4 spoons hovering)...an announcement at which I smiled and giggled internally until I dipped my tiny spoon in and licked it. Three itsy-bitsy bites - that was all I could manage.



The Virgin Mary, keeping watch over the sparse garden.



And of course the main reason Baugé is delightful...the Joly family:











Xavier and I visited the local hardware store in town, "Espace Emeraude," where this chap proudly displays the gear:



And we purchased matching coveralls. Electric blue. These are going to come in handy.