The Rainy Church
For the two weeks we were in Europe, it only rained hard one day. Even then, most of that time we were returning from Normandy, back to Paris. Traveling through the French countryside, I could have napped (I could have used it too), but it was so pretty that I didn't want to miss any of it. Each small village would have a church that would be the tallest and oldest building. You could see the steeple above the trees and roof tops as you entered and it was always on the main street through town. Trying not to fall asleep, I took this photo through the coach window as we passed through Creully, Lower Normandy, France.
