Somewhere in southern France—one of those charming villages that I cannot remember the name of and will probably never visit again. Its happened before in Europe. We go into a village, and either Sharon or I say something like “Haven’t we been here before?” and we look around and say “Oh Yaaaa, we have.” Its Déja Vu all over again.
All I know is that this was in the main town square and this cat was just sitting there watching the action. Very cooooool.