Lost In Limoges

From the sheep-dotted pastures of France's underpopulated Southwest, Limoges rises in all its grey glory. The city's claim to fame: fine porcelain. The half-timbered houses of the Medieval center are surrounded by strip malls and McDo. Land-hungry Brits descend with flailing pocketbooks (thanks, RyanAir). The weather is remarkably cool year-round. Sure, I live on rue de Nice, but this is NOT the Cote d'Azur. Welcome to Limoges, "the middle of nowhere"-- or as Pierre says "everywhere"-- France.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Leisurely Lunch





Check out the aerial view of our lunch spot.

There is nothing better than eating lunch outside in the sunshine, staring up at the immense ruins of a 9th century church built into the side of a cliff-- literally carved from limestone walls. Even if the Salade Nicoise has slimey, detestable anchovies on top.

While working on my face tan and nursing a giant glass of Rose, I eavesdropped on the animated (shrieking and giggly) table to our left which polished off 3 (count em- 3!) huge carafes of wine without bothering to eat a bite.

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