By car we went to the little village "Le Bugue".
A little walk.
A three storey house.
We had to go in.
Memories of a life lived.
A little curtain was still hanging.
French wallpaper with "petit fleurs".
Someone must have slept on this pink bed.
Who would have lived here I wondered.
An elderly couple?
An old lady?
An empty house.
Always a little sad.