Old Stones

In Moëlen-sur-Mer, I pushed open a wooden door opening onto a narrow walkway that lead to a stone house from the 16th or 17th century. High on a stone wall that abutted a small, very green backyard, lay an enormous cat, its dark gray and white colors very much like a Cheshire cat. It was staring straight at me. At my feet arrived a small dog whose name I later learned was Merlin.

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