Warmth

Air temperature below 9.c.  Wind 35 km per hour, driving rain.  We wandered  into the town of Obistat  ready for hot toddies and a warm fire.  We enjoyed an omelet, salad and coffee at the only cafe open at the time, and decided to seek shelter here for the evening, instead of the community gite we had planned on.  We were lead down the street a few doors into a darkly wooded foyer with a wide banister end staircase that lead to nowhere. Our gite room had 3 beds and you could see through the floorboards to the room below. The walls had a satiny wainscot trimmed with fur. The heavy wooden door did not entirely close, nor lock.   If only there was a blazing fire there in the room below so the heat would rise into our room.  Although it was sparse surroundings, seeing the group of soggy scouts pass by and go to our originally planned housing made this place all the more attractive. I returned from the wifi station down the street to this fire.   The light and heat warmed me, and made me sleepy. Ahh warmth.

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