Un pont gaulois

This is a supposedly Gaulish bridge I passed yesterday. The high point of the day. 

The little girl is playing pooh-sticks while behind me her mother was cutting her father’s hair by the side of the road. 

The girl then gathered an armful of wildflowers and gave them to her mother, who was very pleased.

I’d like to have photographed the whole scene, but it would probably have been too intrusive.

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