Yesterday morning, the doctor told me I've done and am doing the right thing for my busted finger. Wear the splint for a month, he said — I'm assuming that means for another month — and then I'll see the result. If all goes well, I won't need surgery.
Meanwhile, as I mentioned, I had an appointment in Ligueil, a little town just 10 miles south of Loches, yesterday morning. It all came off like clockwork, under beautiful blue skies (the drive, I mean). More about the purpose of the rendez-vous later. Afterwards, we had a good lunch in the restaurant pictured above, Le George Sand, in Loches. Behind and above the restaurant, you can see the Eglise Sant-Ours and the Logis Royal, both in the old part of the town, up on a steep hill.