caught fish

There's a little window opening in the stone wall of my cabin which, because of the proliferation of the summer jasmine, I'd forgotten all about.  On the window ledge are these fish, caught in a slab of thick glass.  Isaac and Lizzie found them in a bin on the Cours de Colonel Petitpied a few years ago and knew they had to live at the Moulin.  

So here they are.  I was happy to find them again.  They, like us all, have survived another winter.