prudhomat

Updated: June 9, 2025

I have a pleasant picture in the mind of Castelnau a bowery, ancient, mossy place, with vines climbing about the houses or on trellises in the little steep gardens, and a golden bloom of stonecrop upon the rough walls. I reached the village of Prudhomat just as the storm burst over it, and took shelter in a small inn, which, like most of those in the country, had its room for the public upstairs.

Edward Harrison Barker - Wanderings by southern waters, eastern Aquitaine