For the two weeks we were in Europe, it only rained hard one day. Even then, most of that time we were returning from Normandy, back to Paris. Traveling through the French countryside, I could have napped (I could have used it too), but it was so pretty that I didn’t want to miss any of it. Each small village would have a church that would be the tallest and oldest building. You could see the steeple above the trees and roof tops as you entered and it was always on the main street through town.
I hear the church in Europe used to be the center of each community, but now many sit empty, except for tourists that visit. If that is true, then the raindrops and stormy clouds around this small church seem to represent that trend. Trying not to fall asleep, I took this photo through the coach window as we passed through Creully, Lower Normandy, France.
