Writing isn’t exactly flowing like wine here in France like I expected. I usually have a theme for the story, hopefully sticking to it with only a few surprise curves and perhaps even a moral to the story. Now it seems that I have only plugged in pictures with comments like a doddering great-aunt would leave on her vacation photos to the seaside. Forgive me but the sumptuous meals, dreamy landscapes and tempting antiques have filled my brain to overflowing. Then again, I am working almost full-time for the construction company while I am here with my work day running from 2:30 PM to 10:30 PM (France time). Those details can run over into the other part of the day as well.
We drove to Urval and Ville-Franche-du-Perigord yesterday for vide-grenier (like a yard sale – literally means “Empty out the attic”) and flower sale. As we were driving along I suddenly saw the sign for Urval. I told Jim that it must not be the main exit since we had not been through Siorac yet, and he said, “Oh, yes we have. Where were you? Didn’t you see that big grocery store we went to on Friday?” My mind had been on work.
Those are the reasons that my inkwell for writing is dry, or maybe I am just plain lazy. Whatever the cause, I will try to shape up.
More pictures are on the France Pictures and Storytelling page. Just click on over. Thank you very much for your support. Ya’ll come back to visit. I hope to post often during this Month of May in France at Moncrabou.