Failing to make Monaco, 2004

Just a nice little village square. It was pretty quiet, and we sat outside the little café and took in village life for a while — unwinding with one of our last stops on our way home.

A somehow slightly strange scene. I'd stopped to take a picture of the windmill and the donkey when the man rushed out. I thought perhaps he was offended at the photo, but no: he proceeded to bring out his pigs and get them and the donkey closer so we could see them. Thanks, mister! We didn't actually exchange any meaningful words, even though it's so easy for Dutch and English speakers to make sense of each other. We just waved our cameras at him, and he waved his animals at us.