Visiting this marvelously whimsical folly (is that redundant?)–the Pagode de Chanteloupe– was a highlight of a recent, sometimes rainy, romp through the Loire Valley of France. Feast your weary eyes. Your not-weary eyes, too, of course.
Visiting this marvelously whimsical folly (is that redundant?)–the Pagode de Chanteloupe— was a highlight of a recent, sometimes rainy, romp through the Loire Valley of France. Here is Part 1, in case you missed. Part 2 coming your way pronto. Meanwhile there is a wonderful website on which to feast your weary eyes. And your not-weary eyes. It’s worth a post in itself.
And a Word About…
I figured that deviation from our usual content here would be a doozy, and it was.
Thank every one of you for your comments, posted and private, and for your honesty and courage in making your voices heard, and in making all of us think. The purpose of the post was not to judge Paula Deen or anyone else. It was in the spirit of leading toward a broader understanding of something–many things–that are not easily or simply understood. For it is often in understanding that we find the seeds of forgiveness and the hope of healing. We all live in glass houses.