The Hameau

My feet feel like lead as I make my way to the charming village. It is the smell of fresh baked bread that I can not resist. I am surrounded by country fold doing their chores. I wander into a sunny cottage kitchen, and a cook pounding on dough tells me to change into an apron and frock and give her a hand. "here ye must earn yer keep dearie" She never even really looked at me, but I do as she says. It looks like I may be here to stay.