Guédelon, France –
“What are you lookin’ at?”
I know that’s what the goose was thinking as it eyed me after taking a drink from the bucket. I could see it in the way it looked at me. I could see it in his eyes.
Of course, if the goose really could speak, it’d probably be saying “Quels sont tu regardes?” After all, it was a French goose, living in a medieval village.
Well, technically, it wasn’t a medieval village, just a recreation of one. A self-sufficient recreation, complete with all of the craftsmen and vocations necessary for the undertaking of building a castle. Including the (under construction) castle.