With summer vacation in full swing, favorite Figeac haunts were packed with people on market day yesterday.
I found myself doing my share of "people watching" and "people finding". I ran in to people I hadn't yet seen on this visit: part of a pair from Montbrun and one of my favorite bus drivers who is a bus driver no more. It was a day of French, French, French and more French for me. I love it, even though I know I am very hard work to others who sometimes have to struggle to understand me.
And so, I sat inside at the PMU. I opted for a bierre pression while everyone else was coffee-ing, and was lucky enough to get the last croissant so I didn't have to drink that beer on an empty stomach. I wrote my cards to St. Louis, stopped at the patisserie for a few snacks for later, dropped my cards in the poste box, and headed over to the bus. It was probably a good thing I had a mouth full of a jambon et fromage croissant when my neighbor, Madame Pages walked up. Ah, but she didn't totally escape me and my pitiful pronunciation for the second time that morning!
Wishing you days of finding friends, new discoveries,
and always getting that last croissant!
Happy Sunday!
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