Yesterday's trip to Limogne was NOT a market day for me.
As you can see from this shot above from the archives, Sunday morning markets have been high on the list of friends who have come to visit from the states back in the "early days" of here.
In fact, most of my visitors came during 2007, 2008, and 2009.
Not everyone made it to the Limogne Market, but those who did loved it.
Actually, markets are always a hit. We have many nearby that are fun. Here are Stew and Eric on their first visit here, in 2008. They enjoyed the Limogne Market. I always remember finding their gorgeous statue of Jean d'Arc at the brocante on the way out of town after the market
Yesterday, however, I was on my way with Christiane to go to Limogne to get my first COVID vaccine. Limogne is the closest vaccination center for us. I was on a mission for sure. It's difficult to explain to my friends in the states and elsewhere that things are different here. I am happy to explain and have been very happy to be patient. Those around me haven't always been and have sometimes bordered on insulting. Trust me, I do know what I'm doing. I pay attention. I only became eligible to take the vaccine during the first week of this month. Yesterday was the 12th. I am pleased with myself and especially grateful to Christiane, who is an "ange!" I can't even begin to count the ways.
We arrived right on time. The Vaccination Center is very organized. We entered on the side of a building beside the church. There was a table that took my information, asked some situational questions, and then directed me through a door on my right. This huge room was pretty much empty so I went up to a table and was directed by one of the nurses to take a seat. I did. Two other people were sitting on chairs on the other side of the room. I was then told to go to the end of the cubicles to see the Dr. He was able to take the information for my paperwork and then sent me to the nurse. She asked me something in French about anti-coagulants, that took me a minute to catch, but I was able to tell her I take a "petit" aspirin from time to time, but "pas aujourd'hui!" While I was looking away and told her I was sorry I was slow in understanding, I didn't even feel the injection.
I was directed out to the chairs to wait my 15 minutes post-injection. Shame on me-that first nurse had to tell me again to go sit in different chairs. The chairs I chose were for entering only, I needed to be in the chairs for exiting! In moments, the Dr. came out with paperwork for me and the two others who were sitting with me.
He said it was okay to go so I made sure I left by the "sortie" so I didn't incur that same nurses wrath. What a relief!
On our way home, a beautiful fawn crossed just quickly enough in front of Christiane. Our next stop was at the Presse to see if I could get the photo in the correct size to renew my US Passport.
It was a morning of success in all departments. I even treated myself to a couple celebration "cadeaux" for all the progress I'd made.
I do have some adventures in French to share with you another time.
Happy Happy Thursday!
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