This jug reminded me of a short train trip to Entrevaux that we did years ago, on arrival at the destination a little tourist shop was selling souvenirs and we succumbed to the temptation, buying a set of 5 miniature pottery vessels. Not the easiest thing to travel with, but they made it back home to NZ. They now hang outside against a brick wall, swinging to and fro in the wind. I have just taken them down and washed them, remarkable all the more for all still being in one piece.