I popped over to Marie’s Wednesday night around French dinner time to see if she wanted to go get ice cream. I told her I found a place open in Sommières. She leaped from the table so excited to come. The kids all wanted to come too but we didn’t let them. We were off to a girls’ night indeed. This year in Europe, Randy and I have discovered Google maps does not list business hours very well, this ended up being the case once we arrived, even though I had tripled checked. The little cobblestone old village was sleeping for sure.

We made the most of it and meandered through the picturesque twists and turns of the old town streets. I especially like house Number 4.

I like to wonder what it rests behind the door of an old French home. The second picture shows an updated version of the market places from the 12th and 13th centuries, during which there was peace and prosperity in France. Tonight we happened upon an elderly gentleman helping his wife out of their vehicle. As he was doing this his front door was opened to his home. Marie encouraged me to go back and take a look inside the opened door and take a photo. I am glad I did.

Marie took us to the hilltop castle for a beautiful sunset. We joked this was the best type of ice cream because it gave us exercise without calories. I still would have preferred to walk it with a cone of ice cream, however I enjoyed my time with just Marie in a quiet French village.