When I noticed how bright and clear the light was and the sun was shining at lunchtime (I was right in the middle of a blanquette of veal), I dashed for the brick drying-room that I blipped yesterday, for the second part of my brickyard report: The Inside!
The tiles on the roof are called "tiges de bottes" (for those who master French cause I wouldn't dare to translate this for obvious technical reasons) and are placed (on the roof) the other way round so that the air might come through them and help the drying up process.
Air but not rain cause the way the tiles are placed, no perpendicular liquid is allowed to get through.
Pfew!
Here's another example of my poor and frustrating abilities to deal with technical explanations in English and I wish Marie-Noelle was here to help me. Where are you, Marie-Noelle?
Anyway. I love this place cause it's like a small wooden chapel for the non-believer me, with light coming down through imaginary stained-glass windows.