This is part of Bardou, a tiny hamlet hidden in the mountains a little to the north of where we live. It was restored almost completely by a remarkable German, Klaus Erhardt, who made its restoration his life's work. Before Klaus' arrival in the 1970s Bardou was in ruins and virtually deserted. Little by little he bought up all the 15-odd properties and restored them, taking care to preserve - as far as possible - traditional methods and materials. It irked him to his life's end in 2009 that the owners of two ruins refused to sell to him.
Occasionally Klaus, whose English was excellent, would invite friends to read Shakespeare plays round his dining-room table. Naturally he liked the plum parts. Once the question of who was to read Bottom in A Midsummer Night's Dream, he or I, was only decided by the spin of a coin. What knowledge I have of Shakespeare is partly due to Klaus.
But today all you have to do is count the peacocks*.
UPDATE: In an unpredictable focus-swerve, this post has now become a forum for bird-sliding.
In the photo below of Thames barges, taken in Maldon, Essex, each time a fresh starling alighted (alit?) on the rigging the incumbents all slid down a place to make room. Any other pictures of birds sliding will be welcome.