I was on a mission when I hopped on my bike to head into Cajarc yesterday. La Poste and the Intermarche were it, and I only had an hour or so before everything closed for noon lunch. I spent an inordinate amount of time in La Poste filling out paperwork to send something to the states, that left me with only 30 minutes to get to the Intermarche and scoop the essentials.
It was that spontaneous stop at Besse for their chocolate chip cookies on the way home that shook me loose. Shoving my bag of cookies into my backpack, I thought that I didn't have to rush. Even though the skies were a little threatening, I don't call my Dad till 14:00h France time. I began to wander up rues I hadn't traveled in ages.
I love not rushing.
I love off-season.
It's a luxury to be able to wander and soak up a place you love in a way that you haven't been able to do for a long time now.
I first "met" Cajarc that same summer of 1998, when Stu: took me to lunch in Marcillac-sur-Cele; we came down from Grealou to Cadrieu where I first saw the Chateau and what would years later become my "Chatette;" and, on the way back to Tour de Faure we stopped in to see some friends of his who had an antique store in Cajarc.
Join me over the next few days as I share my wander in Cajarc that still makes me pinch myself at every turn.
It's what happens when you live in a place that is full of history, romance, magic, and stories that has become home in your heart.
Happy Wednesday!
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