When you follow the signs to Anglars, a hamlet that is part of the village of Bertholène, you can quickly tell that there is going to be something special about it.
L'Eglise d'Anglars/ The Anglars Church
The tiny community is home to a glowing 15th century church, with unusually bright stone for the area. One can almost imagine it in Provence.
Yes, two weeks later, I am still writing about my New Year's Day exploration of Bertholène, a village only a few miles east of my house, and its surroundings.
It all seems so long ago. I was buoyed by the sun, the thought of a new year, and memories of the lovely New Year's Eve party spent with friends.
The next time I went out exploring was on January 7th, during my lunch hour. I had slipped out of work a bit after 12 without running into any colleagues, and enjoyed a peaceful, sunny break in an area I didn't know whatsoever.
When I got back to my office at about 1:30, I checked the news.
Things haven't really been the same since.