The Old School . . .

This afternoon la Grenouille, myself, and our two tadpoles went for a long walk through the town near where we live. Our path took us in front of the school where our two girls had spent their earliest years of schooling before moving on to the next levels in another town up the road a ways. To our surprise, the old school was open, and one of their former teachers was there tidying things up in preparation in one month's time for the next school year to start. In the classrooms, a scene reminiscent no doubt of schools the world over closed for the Summer, chairs were up on the tables, piles of books were waiting to be distributed to a new class in the Fall . . .
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An old map of France on the wall, on which the "Causses" are visible in the south . . .
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Scissors were stored neatly waiting for eager hands to pick them up again . . .
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An alphabet ready to be taught to young readers . . .
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A bear hug was happening in a quiet corner . . .
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Dark clouds reflected in a window . . .
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A line-up of kings of France at ten after five, with a note explaining the grading system . . .
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Well, it is a school with a certain religious history . . .
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And just outside the school the sun was shining down on black eyed Susans. . .
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