The scent of grape harvests past seemed to seep from the stones as I walked the back lanes of Condé-sur-Marne. It stands at the confluence of two canals; the Canal de l’Aisne à la Marne and the Canal lateral à la Marne, within the famed Champagne region of France.
Round almost every bend I found hauntingly beautiful barns and still proud gateways that led to cobbled yards; truly decrepit houses; narrow alleys heading out to rural green; a patchwork of corrugates iron holding things in place. All more than hinting at the village’s history of viniculture, and most merging into a more modern way of life.
It came to tine for us to leave, to continue our journey, but I was not ready to go. Something was tugging me back between the high honey-stone walls; I needed to try and capture some essence of the place on camera. It was a twenty minute twirl, sometimes waiting for the sun to emerge from behind clouds, and sometimes not.
Here is the result.
Eaves and Roofs
And the bit of fun!