Fill up on questionable hotel breakfast then take tube
to train
to airport
to France
Limoges is three or four hours south of Paris.
We arrive around 1:30 p.m. and Leni picks us up.
Anlhaic, the area where Leni runs her farm is another hour south of Limoges. We drive thru the country and my face is practically pushed out the window. Rolling hills. Winding thru the tiniest villages with buildings that have no context in my head and so I think I'm in a cartoon.
Silly, of course. Since if anything is to be labeled: real/authentic it's
the three-hundred year old farm house I'm going
to be sleeping in.
What I learned on the drive:
Narrow roads.
Spectacular scenery.
Cows. Sheep. Cows - not like northern Michigan.
People drive faaast out here.
Some villages have fifty people.
Ours has around three hundred.
We live on Le Bourmier. There is no house number.
The postman just remembers who lives in
what houses.
