Todays allowed-out walk

A grey day. Suburbia beckoned. Not that we have much of one, but there are some fine examples of 1920s/30s and 50s housing estate architecture on the outskirts of the town.
Setting our phone apps to a slightly later time as we would be unlikely to meet a policebod until reaching the main town area we set off along one of the oldest roads of Limoux (la Petite Ville), past the hospital, along the river for a while, across the Rue Oscar Rouge and into the area of mostly 50s and 70s housing.
After crossing the river we tried to follow a rather overgrown path along the banks and had to stop where tree debris from the January floods blocked the way. Walked back, and into town which was almost deserted, apart from a few brave shoppers wearing surgical masks. We've lived in this town for about eighteen years now and I can't recall a single day when most of the cafés and at least one bread shop was open, even on Christmas Day.



Yesterday's walk



You looking' at me...



A detail I have stopped to look at many times over the years. I just love the care that someone has taken to sculpt the stone to enable key turning



Mark reminded me of the fable that you should never sleep under an elderflower as you might never wake up such are its soporific properties...

         

One of 'the music houses'

        

               Random art piece



                               Reminder of the river's January height

                           

                                                              The overgrown path



                            Spring fashions in rural Southern France.