Oh dear, I've descended to the level of making bad puns in French... but I enjoy the occasions when I actually have sufficient linguistic knowledge to do so!
The lady I did a language exchange with here, Francoise, invited me to her house, which was in a little mountain village called Eup. And here's what it was like...
View out the window of the guest room: awesome!
I suppose you could call this the main street.
Other villages nestled in the valley.
Just a casual stone wall.
Little creek running through the village.
