Okay, a flash back to summer. The day after we arrived in Les Gandy, the villagers were having a fête de village. Part of the celebration included loaves of hand-crafted bread baked in the village's own oven. Doesn't everyone's village have an oven? Well, this one does and any resident is allowed to use it. But it's not like turning on the oven in your kitchen. No, what we're talking about here is a massive receptacle made of stone and powered by wood fire. The first photo below shows an oven big enough to have its own house.
While the bread baked, the men in the village stood around drinking white wine (wine at 9:00 a.m.? Bien sûr...and why not?), chatting, and anticipating the day's impending feast.
Preparing baked potatoes for 40 is no problem when you have an oven this big.
This tree (pictured below) was loaded with the most beautiful ripe, red cherries. I particularly admired the ladder with which these men accessed the fruit.