One of the strongest impressions my wife and I had when we first visited Daglan, in September 1998, was how bright the village seemed. It was a hot, sunny day — more like July than September — and the yellow and white limestone houses were almost glowing. One of our favourite photos of that trip was taken at street level, looking past a row of brilliant red geraniums in pots, set against a blazing limestone wall.
For the past couple of days, it’s been like that here. The days have started off gray and misty, but before too long the sun has broken through and the sky has become a deep blue, almost cloudless. This morning when we left the house, the temperature hovered around freezing and there was frost on the windows of my car. But by this afternoon, it felt like we were well into spring, and even a light jacket seemed like too much.
Here’s a look up our street from our kitchen window yesterday, with the sunshine bouncing off the stone houses. So remember that if you’re planning a visit, bring your sunglasses.