Nothing could prepare us for the treasures which each corner brought us. We were almost convinced that it was an April Fool's joke and that we would soon awake.
My sketches for the day were focused on the part of the Center in the village of Ste. Colombe.
Just in case you are wondering about the big blob of "smoke" on the text page: The chill from the evening on the terrace sent us inside to a roaring fire, Josep's Cuban cigars which he shared with Pat and our final course of cheese and chocolate.