Place de l'Eglise, Vernoux

The bus wound its way up a steep narrow road with innumerable curves and cutbacks until, after a scary ride, we reached the town of Vernoux-en-Vivarais.

The daily arrival of the bus from the big city of Valence was a major event in this hilltop village as people hung about eyeing the new arrivals.

A pair of young farm boys came to chat with our lady-escort whom they seemed to know.

She represented herself as being a social worker looking after young wards of the State.

Ernest and I were turned over to André Aubert, a dirt-poor tenant farmer; the two girls were told to follow his brother, a miller.