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.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Pau's Blvd des Pyrenees



Later in the day, we stopped in Pau to pick up my friend Hadley at the train station. After a stressful run to Leclerc (where the crowds anticipating the New Year's Day supermarket closure, stockpiled provisions as if expecting a blizzard or natural disaster), we retreated to the stylish Blvd des Pyrenees just in time for sunset. We took the funicular up the hill and then enjoyed a promenade along the famous boulevard, from where the views of the snow-capped mountains are spectacular. As the sun melted pink across the sky, we sipped noisettes and people-watched at a cafe.

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