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Travel Blogs from Clermont-Ferrand
... t forget that this is all happening in French, so we're already disorientated) she went upstairs to check, but the flighty maintenance man had left when she returned.
After some weeks, I was feeling quite recovered. The number of untroublesome men I had met at the school vastly outweighed that of unquenchable lovers by now. So when I was walking home one day, and I overtook a man from my class, I had no problem initiating a greeting.
... at first, because of course I've never heard a woman give a sermon before. Also, I kept forgetting that she wasn't speaking her own words, so when she mention her wife, I did feel some confusion until I remembered what was happening. I liked it though. I've also had the opportunity to hear a prayer interpreted from English to French. Rather than simultaneous, this was consecutive which means that there was a pause after every few words for the interpreter to fill in.
... at the best of times, so it had to be carried half the time.
Also, everyone was SO EXCITED to see a cat being walked in the streets of Paris. The children were especially overwhelmed by the sight. "Maman, maman, c'est un chat !!" I got the impression that this is quite a rare sight. I was crushed when I realised I'd forgotten my camera!
My Key Turning Issue
Since Sarah works all day, she had given me a key so ...
... to watch rugby on the TV. The bar owner was the campsite owner and made us feel very welcome, when Roy asked him if he had any peanuts he said yes and brought out a large dish for us to share.
Roy and Me had a couple of drinks and then Roy was tired so we went back to the camper. Terry and Anne came back an hour later and said the owner had brought supper out just after we had left and it was meatballs which were ...
This place was chosen as an arbitrary half way point between the Dordogne and Dijon, where we will drop the car off and pick up a night train to Italy.
It has turned out to be a very interesting stop, quite a long way off the tourist track. We are staying in a fairly nondescript little French town called Saint Gervais, at an old fashioned inn-style hotel that has been converted from an old ...