Today's picture is of what the French call a 'boulodrome'. That's where they play boules, if you hadn't guessed. These things are absolutely everywhere, they are basically sand pits with only a small residue of sand in the bottom.
There's one next to the house, in fact, and it's been getting quite bust these past few nights - loud too, what with a bar just opposite.
This noise at night, the oppressive heat and an obscene amount of mosquitoes are just a few of the things I'll be happily saying goodbye to when I go to the Pyrenees early tomorrow morning.
I would talk about it now, but I think I'll save it all until tomorrow when I'm actually there. Goodbye for now, Provence.
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