Picture of a picture

I went on a short walk with friends just to keep the legs working. I was back for lunch and it was a walk I knew very well. The wild flowers were lovely and someone pointed out a beautiful and delicate wild orchid that I would not otherwise have spotted. We stopped in the sleepy village of Fillols for a snack. It is the school holidays. I expected to see a few more children playing with the beaten up community toys in the square but there was only one solitary boy on a scooter.