Today's journey into Cahors was not supposed to be for fun. I had some serious paperwork that needed to get in the mail and be received in Cahors before the end of the year, so I hot footed it over to their post office as soon as I got off the bus. My sweet, young bus driver was at the wheel this morning. Since everyone got off before the gare except me, we had a chance to chat and set a coffee before the return bus home. I'm getting good at covering a lot of territory quickly. The post office takes me off the beaten path a little, but once I was back on the Rue Gambetta: I hit Credit Agricole for a little more money, Roland Perrin for special New Year's Eve chocolates, my office store, my accessories store, my coffee shop, the Casino for a few groceries, my hardware store for a flashlight, and a pass through St. Etienne to light my "merci" candle and discover a sweet holiday surprise within! I had one of those moments as I passed under the statue of Gambetta...I live here...I know Cahors well, and now my world is expanding even further. I made it for my coffee a little early, but it was fine. We spent an hour between English, French and now German since I'll be spending 2 months there soon. How lucky am I to find a sweet, young, intelligent, multi-lingual, bus driver on my route?
It's fun for me and adds a little different kind of excitement in the Lot!
Posted by: Laury Bourgeois | December 30, 2009 at 05:10 AM
Lucky you, you sly devil!
Posted by: Evelyn Jackson | December 30, 2009 at 02:05 AM
How great is that;-) a multi - lingual bus driver ..young and sweet tto!!
Posted by: anne | December 29, 2009 at 08:37 PM