Trip Start Feb 24, 2010
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I went into a few shops: a book store, a gift shop, a jewelry shop etc. I bought something for DH for father's day and a necklace for my daughter. I admit to getting a little excited when I was put on the "loyal customer"list at the jewelry store. I felt like an actual "villager."
I went into a clothing store also--totally cute clothes and good prices. I didn't feel like trying anything on though, so I just browsed. I went into a lighting store and did the usual, "Bonjour" to the stern looking proprietor upon entering. I walked around the tiny, packed store, and then went up the spiral staircase to the equally packed upstairs. Most of the lights were modern and not really my style, but a few had potential.
I was a little scared of the lady, but I decided to ask her a question anyway, despite the fact that I had totally been sucking in my attempts to speak French. I asked her in French, "How to you say "light on the wall" in French. It is "sconce" in English." Her face immediately lit up. A "sconce" is "applique" in French. I've always wondered since our British estate agent didn't know the word in French OR English the last time I was in town.
Anyway, Madame continued to tell me the words for table lamp, standing lamp, hanging light (started with a "p"), and I'm not sure what else, nor do I remember any of those words. But dang it, I know what sconce is in French now!
We then got into a lengthy conversation--all in French. She was very patient with me. I told her we had bought a house in the bastide and it needed a lot of work. She asked if I was English; I said I was American. I told her we had had the house since last August, and I was there to meet with the architect after lunch. When I told her the architect's name...she said that's her niece!
I felt great after talking to her, even though each word was a struggle to get out. We actually had a meaningful conversation. :)
I went over to the pizzeria by the Marché Plus. I just sat and wrote in my journal for about 30 minutes or so until they were ready to start serving and brought me a menu. It worked out quite nicely since I was in no hurry. I love that about French restaurants, you can just sit there. You're expected to relax and take your time.
I ordered the Pizza Reine and iced tea. One thing I find interesting is the way they serve and eat pizzas. They aren't cut into slices, and they drizzle flavored olive oil over the top. Granted, I can cut up my own pizza, but I just don't get adding oil on top of melted cheese. Fat upon fat--no thanks. :b I could've done with some hot pepper flakes though.
I went back to the hotel to drop off some things and grab the stuff I needed with me for my meeting with the architect. On my way in, the innkeeper gave me a note from the architect letting me know her availability for today and tomorrow. So I had a little time to relax before the meeting.
Her office is only two doors down from the hotel. I got there a few minutes early, so I waited...and waited. After 15 minutes past the appointment time I decided to call her. I pulled out the note she had left with her number on it, and, of course, I realized I got there an hour early. It's 3 pm tomorrow, 4 pm today. Grrrrr.