Off for coffee,
Talk about serial killers,
Then back in the car winding down
South.
The sky is gray, rainy.
The fields are empty.
Climb up Domme just in time for the
Church bells
Then down the other side
to a town
I can’t remember.
Have a lovely lunch of eggs, cheese
More coffee.
Stroll thru the medieval garden there beside the church.
I go to pull up some weeds
And am yelled at by the gardner
Bon jour bon jour
I use spray for the garden
You pull and spread seeds
Just look, only look
No touching just look
I spray all the garden.
About 20 km north of Prayssac we stop in the little village of Les Arques where French sculptor Osip Zadkine worked. Interesting fellow. Had a Futurist-Cubist vibe going. There’s a museum where his studio used to be, his sculptures scattered through the square, in the church, beneath the alter in the crypt.
Then arrive in Prayssac. La Bouyssette. Our new home for the next two weeks.
