Pitches made for painting

From Gemma.. The whole scene radiates light and heat and I long to sit again under the shade of a big plane tree.

We went by ferry and rented the cheapest accommodation we could find. I remember one house in the middle of a
field in Normandy and when we opened the front door it fell off its hinges! But that village scene takes me back to Yssingeaux in Haute Loire, and a fair day when I bought a tray of 24 lush ripe peaches. As I crossed the little square I tripped over an uneven paving stone and went flying, with my peaches rolling in all directions. I picked myself up and refilled the little crate helped by petanque players who muttered O la la la la but also chased my runaway peaches. Oh the mortification! And the heat. And the light. I can smell the dust and
hear the swallows' shrill calls. I would love to own this painting