There's not much that we are missing just now, apart from all your pretty faces of course. Seeing my bus pass at the bottom of my handbag made me smile. The fact that it has been untouched for weeks now is a great feeling! Nothing really to complain about, even the snake and the bat (we are making new and unusual friends!) maybe the slight language barrior, but everyday our vocabulary and conversation is improving. Picture us though in a large homeware store trying to buy a mattress and a bed frame...imagine Jon gesticulating in a large manner and his booming voice, accent very english although speaking French... 'excuse-moi, jay voodhrai bed pour moi et petite femme, see vous plait..."!! Even the shop assistants find him hilarious!
As well as churches in every town there are bull rings too. As we are very close to the Spanish border it seems to be a traditional and very competitive sport. Very common in every town too are these fantastic posters, like the old one here that I bought at a Brocante (Antiques fair). Here they do not fight till the death - more till the bull is tired!
|Corn on the cob|
|There we are, left of the first post.|
|Maybe one day...|
|My delicious red wellies, thank you Nicky|
|The garlic est tres grandes!|
|La Bastide D'Armagnac, come visit us and we'll take you there. Magical. Heart of Armagnac country. Excellent.|