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Thursday 18th June 2015
THE BLOG WILL BE DELAYED UNTIL TOMORROW MORNING DUE TO EXCESSIVE ALCOHOL!!!
OK We thought it better to leave the blog last night as we were both tired and had drunk a little too much French Lager - the name of which escapes me.
Anyway we set off from Marmande to travel to Limoges where we were stopping overnight.
En route ...
... cut off bike pants. Someone had told us to visit the small village of Oradour sur Glane. This was a tranquil village which they now call the martyr village. On the 10th June 1944 a Waffen SS unit surrounded this town and brought 642 men women and children into the village square telling them they needed to check their documentation. They took the men into the barns where machine guns were already set up. The women and children were taken to the church and locked ...
... produce, I bought nothing. (To deviate: the fruit here is wonderful, I am not a great lover of fruit but I can't resist it here and I gorged myself on freshly picked oranges in Spain and now it is cherries, apricots, peaches and strawberries. It is nothing like the fruit we get at home, it is so juicy you have to have a wash after eating!) But back to my trip to Albi, I had an interesting walk round the old city and was amazed at the cathedral which, to me, ...
... us to use, and the town had no stores. So, the guys opted to each bread and cheese from their sacks for dinner. I had a little of this and then asked the kitchen chef if, instead of the typical 6-course meal as the only option, would he make me a plate of French fries? He was very kind, and as he had no other customers that night, told me that I could come back at 7pm and my fries would be waiting for me. The fries were very delicious, and I ate ...
... also thought it was interesting that while her husband spoke English with a
pure Californian accent, which is where she was from also, her accent changed
constantly during the night between American and British. She pretended not to
understand Fahrenheit or miles anymore, and multiple times said she forgot the
English word and only knew the French word for something. She also said that
when I called for reservations that she could hear ...