Outside our hotel in Rocamadour there was a flea market. Interesting antiques. Too bad we can only carry a limited amount or else we might have over-purchased.
This sign that we purchased (displayed by the lovely Carol Merrill) is the official license that every hotel has posted on their front wall. According to my thinking, we can now start a
French hotel on Gibson Street once we nail this up in Canandaigua. The service is poor but the drinks are generous 🙂