My original intent on Tuesday was to just go in to Figeac for lunch with my friends. As the day evolved closer to the date, I realized that I really wanted (and maybe needed) a day in Figeac.
It began on the walk to the bus and didn't end the walk home at the end of the day.
Now that it's cooler, that morning walk was a pleasure. The shade and the road were sweet and cool. Simone was out in the field as I passed. I always holler "Bonjour, Simone-Ca va-Bonne Journee?" She reached her arms up to the sky-we agreed-loving the cool!
The bus ride in was perfect as usual. I hot-footed it over to the bank and then over to the PMU for a Perrier-Menthe while I wrote a couple pieces of mail that needed to go to the Post Office. At La Poste, I found one of our usual Cajarc tellers working the counter.
We chatted. She was funny.
She knows I like "les timbres jolies" and they never have pretty stamps in Cajarc. She was able to take good care of me with pretty in Figeac.
Off to La Cazelle for our special lunch. I knew I'd be a bit early, but Marc easily deposited me on the terrace at our table with a kir. I was able to sit, write and plan the rest of the afternoon till the rest of the gang arrived. You know your lunch is a success when in every photo everyone is smiling AND you hang around till 3pm!
As we finished up, everyone headed to their cars and I ventured into the Centre Ville.
I have a favorite card store and wanted to get a few things at the grocery store. I took my cards to write at the market pavilion in the square, hit the Leclerc, and then was able to drop the cards at the post office on my way to the bus home.
Settling into my seat on the bus, we had to stop at the light in front of La Cazelle before making the left to take us to the rest of our route along the Lot. Marc came out to the step and we waved as I went by.
What smile!
I confess that the walk home from the bus was not as pleasent.
It rarely is, since I'm humping a heavier backpack and it's hotter.
So, I'd stop from time to time. Take a few photos and maybe even take a break on the wall in the shade before I get home.
Turning around from a photo, Simone was passing in her car and waved to me from the driver's side window. There's something sweet about a solitary hand waving madly out the window of a car!
It's for days like these that I live in the Lot!
Wonderful Day!
Wonderful Waves!
Happy Thursday!
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