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.