Pizza night in Valros: Every Wed.

L to R: (1) Wednesday is pizza night; a truck comes to town. A minute away from our front door. Dozens are sold. Simone contemplates her options. I like the one with the chorizo and bacon. She likes the one with the creme fraiche. We go home with two. (2) That's our village hideaway, with the blue shutters, to the left of the car. This tiny street where we live follows the curve of the old ramparts.