The wall at the bottom of our garden was, we have been told, one time part of the wall of the town of Thezan, the second one, which would date it roughly to the sixteenth century.

This year when we were here for the first time when the Lilac blossomed, and the flowers pulled the branches down, we noticed a little shard of pottery in the wall.

Now within the walls of our little garden there are many oddities, broken tiles and other pieces of pottery.
I have no idea why they are there but suspect it was just a handy way of disposing of brocken crocks.

This one was distinctive though in that you could still make out a decoration, a yellow stripe on the brown earthenware glaze.

Last Wednesday we did a tour of the Castle in Fayet, (which I will get back to) and there in the kitchen I saw a ewer or oil, wine or water jug with just the same decoration and colours.