Spring in Aubrac
When the yellow of the broom and the spring greens splash the vast expanses of Aubrac with light, and if the sky gets a bit agitated, the villages become very small, huddled around their churches, protected by their heavy slate roofs.
As for the isolated burons, they seem tiny, but probably very happy to be reunited with the beautiful horned cows, who can no longer gorge themselves on the treasures offered by the lush meadows.














