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, August 01, 2006


When I went running through the park today-- past the boules courts (reeking of urine, since the old men choose to avoid the restrooms conveniently located not 50 meters away) and the pond where ducks and geese hang out with muskrats (I thought they were little beavers, but the long, slimey tail doesn't lie... these critters are part of the rat family)-- I couldn't help but notice how packed the place was. I mean, crawling with people: strolling, sauntering, slithering, slowly pacing. Older couples in their hats and finery, hand in hand, moms with baby-carriages, troops of families, with leashed hounds in tow. And then it hit me, It's August 1! And as Pierre explains, "There are July people, and there are August people"-- defined by when they decide to take their vacation. So today, an entirely new set of people are out and about celebrating their blessed dog-days of French vacances.

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  • At 12:45 PM, Blogger MWN said…

    This France vacation frenzy is no joke. On August 6th, the International Herald Tribune reports:

    "France recorded some of its worst traffic jams of the year in the annual July-August holiday changeover.

    In all, 638 kilometers, or 400 miles, of traffic jams were recorded across the country as millions of French vacationers headed off for their annual summer breaks while millions more returned home."


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