Eulogy for a favourite dog

He was my working week, my Sunday rest
My north, my south, my friend, the best.
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought my lovely dog would last forever: I was wrong.

La Petite Boulangerie

Here is an old picture of a very special place in Normandy. It is an old bakery building, with a clay "igloo" oven just hidden by the weeds to the right of the picture, it does not look anything like this now!