As one drives through little French villages, one could be forgiven for thinking they had been abandoned for some reason. The buildings tend to present a closed face to the world. Shutters are often shut giving the appearance of closed eyes. But, if you get out of the car and stroll through the lanes and alleys, you hear life behind the walls and, if you look closely at the walls and shutters, you see a very subtle beauty in the blankness.
When we were in Cruzy in 2011, I published a post that dealt with the lovely old doors in this village; this time it is (primarily) shutters . . . some wide open, some completely closed and some ever so slightly open, tempting you to imagine what might be going on inside.