Peter was up a little after
0600hrs sat in the garden wrapped against the early morning chill, binos around
his neck, twitching. He had been hearing a Hoopoe bird since we arrived and was
keen to spot one. Good luck with that. From what he tells me they are tiny and
green and almost impossible to spot, living high up in the tops of the trees.
Breakfast over we had a rather
lazy start to the morning. However, the pace soon picked up and we jumped into
Tom’s Citroen 8 seater and were soon in the centre of Limoges. Parked beside
the River Vienne we crossed by the old washer woman’s bridge which lies on the
route of La Compostella de St. Jacques. http://santiago-compostela.net/
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| Is it a Tardis or one of those new Automatic Loo's? |
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| The central Cathedral in Limoges. |
This was followed by a walk around the old
chateau, administrative buildings and gardens, pop into the church for a quick
look around, light a candle say a prayer then off to find a bar. It had started
to pour down as we were walking through the old Butcher’s Quarter. The café we
chose was the 1900. Everything in the café supposedly dates from that period.
The loo downstairs in the basement is the old French hover type and well worth
a visit. That’s not exactly true but from an architectural viewpoint of some
passing interest. Perhaps?
The return journey back to Le
Buis was in brilliant sunshine allowing us another evening on the terrace for
drinks. Within no time Angie had another
sumptuous meal prepared with numerous desserts. This would be our last evening
here and so was spent chilling and recounting past adventures both home and
abroad. Peter’s stories of his rally driving escapades in Namibia held all
spellbound till well into the night.
With an “early” start tomorrow we
all turned in at what we thought was a sensible time.
