Sometimes, all that is left of a story of a life or a place is a tantalizing shard.<\/p>\n
In the small, wine making village of Azillanet there was an old empty building with faded blue shutters and doors. Its front door looked out on square with a pair of blind blue eyes.<\/p>\n
I asked about building, who had lived there and particularly the story about the eyes. What were their significance? No one could tell me.<\/p>\n
In my travels around France, I have never seen another door like this one.<\/p>\n
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Sometimes, all that is left of a story of a life or a place is a tantalizing shard. In the small, wine making village of Azillanet there was an old empty building with faded blue shutters and doors. Its front … Continue reading