Morning at Jean and Bruce's in Bordeaux:
Our friends have a connection in the next village, Saint-Fort-sur-Gironde, who was able to get us into the bell tower of the church, Eglise Saint-Fortunat.
We walked up a very narrow winding stairway, outside, to the very breezy top. This is not an activity for those who are claustrophobic of afraid of heights.
I liked the gargoyles peeking down at us:
We heard the story, from not too long ago, about a wedding at the church. The guests were outside as the bride and groom waited for their horse and carriage, when one of the huge bells crashed down into the church, missing wedding attendees by minutes.
Bruce picked some grapes for lunch and we found this tiny escargot hitching a ride on a vine.
Tomorrow: an afternoon in Cognac.