28Jan2013: Photo 28

This pine cone is French. I picked it up from the floor of a rural campsite we were staying on in Sanguinet, Western France. It is huge. I tied it to the front of my bike and it stayed there as my good luck charm (and company, to whom I chatted to when the going was tough), all through France, into Northern Spain and on the Ferry home from Santander. That was in 2010 and I still have it.