I’m hungry. Not starving refuge hungry, thankfully, but we had company the last four days and ate everything hungry. No biggie. Just hop into the car and drive 8 minutes to market. I returned over an hour later empty handed. The fucking GPS sent me to the CLOSED market four times coming from four different directions. Not like me to give up so I decided I’d try a different way of getting directions via cell phone. As I was reading the blurb I read the fine print. “Hours may be different of Whit Monday.” So not only could I not find the damn market it’s bloody fucking Whit Monday and closed anyway!
I thought Orthodox Jews had a lot of holidays. They’re pikers, compared to the Catholics!
This food “scarcity” might result in liquid lunch and I don’t mean a protein shake.
Given the length of time we’ve been here you think I might want to learn some French. But I discovered long ago IF the person understands my shitty French, when they reply speaking a million words a minute, I don’t have a clue what they said. It’s impossible but moreover it’s embarrassing. Nothing speaks American nationalism and a crappy education faster than an inability to speak another language.
To add insult to injury, when inwas in Spain I kept greeting people in Italian with the few words I know like ” bongourno” rather than “buenas dias” or occasionally “bon jour.” Oy. Yiddish will come out next.
When you are in a biggish city you find things open in the afternoons. Here it’s a ghost town. On Sundays, on Whit Mondays, many on Tuesdays….
We did so much when our friends were here I forgot to even post about Periguex, the biggest city and capital of the Dordogne that we visited over the weekend. It’s famous for a five doomed Moorish shaped cathedral which kind of reminded me of the mosques in Istanbul, We visited a fantastic Chateau and explored the other city. Of course there was a famous church. What else is new? Again, I’ll let the pics do the talking. I will also say it is the Truffle Capital and I’ve yet to have a truffle and feel deeply deprived as only an over privileged person can be. It’s a very cool town, pumping with vitality and of so French. Things were even open. Okay, some things. We went to a fun outdoor market with an array of fish and pates and enough French delicacies, I gained weight just walking by.
OH! I forgot to mention Boureilles! It’s consider another one of the loveliest villages. And it’s gorgeous. We visited Chateau de Bourdeilles. Of the oldest in Perigord, old that it dates back to “fairytale” times.
Hunger must have impacted on me. The pics are out of order, but then so am I!