Musee des Augustins
A man, tattooed and shorn, picks a plum from the ground of the garden of the monks. Blows it off, pops it in his mouth. And is mendicant. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Bells of Lisle sur Tarn
Quiet evening, old bell calls. Wood here bends to the trusting weight of stone. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING