What an eventfull day we had!! it started off with a little incident on our way to find the Brocante we discovered last year when travelling the same route...I desperately wanted to visit this particular brocante again since I remember the room at the back of the locale stacked to the ceiling with linen- monogrammed everything! I wanted to find those special mongrammes that friends ask for..the innitiales of their names or family names..
I tried to contact the dealer but with no avail. We decided to take the chance and see if we could remember the area we drove and found it as we came around a corner a year ago....the trip would take a good three hours from where we are staying in Puy- d' Arnac. Little winding roads through woods and walnut orchards, ivy covered dry packed stone walls and cows grazing in fields...just like .the start of a french film- just perfect.
Along the way we would stop every now and then to capture a image. It was one such Kodak-moment that we had to stop for, that it happened...
We saw the statue at a crossroad...unfortunately we could not make out the name as the stone with the inscription has weathered over the years to make it unreadable. oh stop! stop! stop!, we shouted....reversed and then it happened...we felt the jerk and we were stuck...
It does not look like anything...but believe me, we were stuck! the more we tried to get out of the ditch, the more we worsened the situation..the left front weel of the vehicle was in the air.
we walked around a bit, sort of looking what we could possibly do- not to concerned, since Mr Bean has taken us on numerous safari trips in Botswana and surely this was just a not even worth mentioning situation when one travels through the Okavango swamps..nothing.! Before we could even begin to frown...a young farmer came to our rescue.. he saw us from his field.....and drove over in his tractor.
a French man to the rescue..
Done! 2 minutes, we took our photo's and we were on our way again
laughing at the thought of how it must have looked to a bystander..the only other life around were the cows...and this unknown to us- statue-thank goodness the farmer were ploughing his fields!
on to the next village: - MARTEL
then further on towards RODEZ
a stop along the way...
the Brocante had closed down in it's original locale, but our French connection ( my good friend Ronelle from "My french Kitchen" kept on phoning around and sent information through to us...by the time we reached the area where we found it previously, she had all the contact details of the new address for us)
The Brocante that I had in mind all along, often wondered about for allmost a year, not forgetting the stacks and stacks of linen, that inspired the trip to France, was no longer there. The owner had opened a new brocante at her home -still full of lovely treasures, but no room in the back with linen...she did have an armoir full of linen, most of it is going home with me-all monogrammed and beautifull of course.
just proof again that one must live each moment to the fullest...it may not come around again- in the same way..
we drove home,
again pausing for photographs.
We decided to stop for dinner
in Beaulieu - sur -Dordogne
we took a stroll through the little narrow streets,
peeped into the church where the door was ajar..
steps to nowhere,but beautifull to capture
and after dinner, on the village square where we parked our vehicle ,which had started the day off by being towed by a tractor, now filled with precious linen...
This photo was taken at 10.30 pm- the skies still blue with the last of the day light.