Ancient Stones . . .

Sometimes wandering around in France one finds paving stones in odd places, like these, next to a 15th century church, that you can imagine were not set in the ground yesterday. I can't imagine riding over such stones in a carriage with iron bands around the hardwood wheels. . . a back-breaking business, no doubt. . . but today, in a quiet alley where no one drives any more, they sit quietly, waiting once more for the sparks from iron shod horses hooves to set their patina aglow . . . yes, today, they wait patiently in the rain. . . for someone to notice them, for someone to see their inner beauty . . .
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And the church in question had a sign on it stating it was a registered historic monument, which seemed, well, a bit obvious to me. . . or perhaps it was the sign itself which was the registered monument ?
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