In Dinan I espied this peculiar portal. What was this archway originally a part of? It looked like a fragment of a once grand cathedral but now just a crumbling remnant crudely attached to a more prosaic building of stark white stone. Strange weeds grew in the little arches where light must once have passed through and the weathered stones formed a charming frame for a picturesque courtyard beyond. A white cat, the only other living thing there but me, meandered into the shot as I snapped the photograph and a red plaque attached to the building outlined by the archway pointed to an “expo”. What was being exposed I could not say for I did but snap and pass on. A white enamel sign indicated the view was on the “Street of the Wool Mill”, now sadly lost to the ravages of time. Such a peculiar melange of past and present at once charming and melancholy. Ah me. What a strange thing life is!
Weekly photo challenge:Broken