Soar-Dream-France: The Second Sunday

What better way to start a second Sunday home than with lazing in bed with a John Irving novel and rising to find the sun reflecting a dappled heart on the Lot.

I was grateful that I was lazy this morning and hadn't rushed out on my mission without taking the time to check my emails.

I had some special invitations that I had promised to hand deliver for L'association du chateau de Cadrieu for an apero coming up this Tuesday evening. Although they were finished and in their envelopes, I discovered an email from them that meant there was a minor correction we needed to make. So, I did. I thought they were very pretty, if I do say so myself! I hope they do the trick.

I hit the road to Cajarc with my 10 special invitations and a letter for Dad.

I knew the minute I walked out the front door that I was over-dressed. The Chatette is generally much cooler than outside. But, today it was hot. Going in was fine, but I'd waited to deliver my invitations until on the way home. It was a gorgeous ride in.

The iris are out everywhere.

First I hit La Poste to put Dad's letter in the box.

With two holidays this week en France, he might get it by Christmas.

Then, on to Lagarde for 3 ham and cheese croissants and a Chantilly sweet.

The Petit Casino was hopping and the most crowded I think I'd ever seen it. I teased the owner: "Vous etes tres populaire dimanche matin!"

Then, on to the Presse.

I needed another John Irving for when I finish this one. Luckily, one of my invitation recipients was in line at the Presse and I could deliver it there.

Circling my way out of town, I couldn't resist a stop at Roux's. My favorites: the Caroc, Creme Noix and a Tarte CItron were in their box in my basket in no time.

With all the hills in the village I was off and often walking up...sweating!