I live in the Correze in central France, which is relevant to this story. Going out out at dusk the other day to chivvy slackers to their roost I spotted something by the fence separating the field from the vegetable garden. This is a favourite haunt for the girls to stare longingly at all the green stuff just out of reach. The object was a coin sticking out of the mud. Hoping it might be a euro, reckoning it was probably a franc, I picked it up. It was old and light and very dirty but a bit of spit and polish showed a number 50. Fifty centimes, perhaps. I cleaned the other side of dirt: there was an eagle - and a swastika.
The Germans were here during the war, there are monuments to their activities all over the region, so I wonder if this was a sign of occupation or was lost in passing or perhaps it was in possession of the old owners of the house.
The Germans were here during the war, there are monuments to their activities all over the region, so I wonder if this was a sign of occupation or was lost in passing or perhaps it was in possession of the old owners of the house.