There seem to be many different types of departures in life, and many different types of ends. And then there are transitions. Sometimes it's hard to work out which is which. Sometimes something that appeared one way, is in fact not what it first seemed, and it just takes time for that to become evident. Other things are much more absolute.

I've never been to a French cemetery before and this one was something rather special. In the tiny village of Montréal, near Carcassonne, where we stayed for a week in August.
Note the final picture: even the bees dress up in mourning black in southern France…