Vincent saw a cluster of old stone houses nestled higgledy piggledy around the base of a church, surrounded by fields in varied cultivation. The outsized church once served a large population until the advent of modern machinery and monoculture drove farm workers from village to city. Now he would see a rash of cream-washed pavilions enveloping the nucleus hamlet, each with its commuter car, testifying to the desire of city folk for a slice of country peace.
Microcosm of history
French village life
This is for Haibun Monday 3 at dVerse Poets’ Pub.