Saturday, July 25, 2015

Thursday, July 23: Dol-en-Betagne

A bird had built her nest being to rosette that makes the joins of the vaulting. When the mother flew in, the voices of the babies echoed around the small porch. And on the floor, the body of one overly zealous baby.

I looked at the large porch covered in panels of sculpture, then walked around the inside.

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