A stop, a drink, a game of checkers

Evening falls gently on the village square. Shutters close higher up, footsteps become less frequent, but here, in front of the inn and tavern, the evening begins. The innkeeper awaits travelers on the threshold, book in hand. The wine merchant offers his wines on the steps of the Cercle. Fanny crosses, her tray laden, towards the gaming table where Loule contemplates his move while Miche catches his breath by the barrel. Galinette has sat down to rest. Upstairs, a fireplace is lit—night can fall.