Again, a gorgeous autumn day so we decided to say good bye to Rose and Vaughan and then wait for the Brannock's next visitor Rachel Nolan. If the name is familiar to Queenslanders, she is the former Minister of the Bligh Government - on a four month stay in France deciding what it do next. Interesting!
Margaret and I unmade, then made beds and prepared to say farewell to Rose and Vaughan. Pity their car didn't start so they didn't get to go!! I wandered the village and send a parcel to Jordan, Rob' s girlfriend in California. It's her birthday. The French post office works in a slightly less operatic way than in Italy, but they lack the packaging the Italians have to offer. I wanted a small packet but the ones they had were only for France. The man had to go behind the scenes and come out with a bent piece off cardboard that I had to roughly write the address on and put the wee little present inside.
He then used masking tape to make a kind of envelope. Very strange. I hope it gets there.
We spent the afternoon waiting for one group to depart and then Rachel to arrive, but life is very laid back in Cotignac so it wasn't a problem. Margaret and I walked up to Notre Dame, the short way - all uphill! But not like the long way of last week (see story "A walk in the woods")
We finished with a glass of rose in the village and then showered and prepared for my last dinner - at the lovely La table a la Fountaine. We arrived there around 7.30 which is early by French standards and got a table upstairs. We enjoyed a Coup de Champagne and a delicious fish dish.
Lots of laughs and my last night was over. So sad.
Margaret and I unmade, then made beds and prepared to say farewell to Rose and Vaughan. Pity their car didn't start so they didn't get to go!! I wandered the village and send a parcel to Jordan, Rob' s girlfriend in California. It's her birthday. The French post office works in a slightly less operatic way than in Italy, but they lack the packaging the Italians have to offer. I wanted a small packet but the ones they had were only for France. The man had to go behind the scenes and come out with a bent piece off cardboard that I had to roughly write the address on and put the wee little present inside.
He then used masking tape to make a kind of envelope. Very strange. I hope it gets there.
We spent the afternoon waiting for one group to depart and then Rachel to arrive, but life is very laid back in Cotignac so it wasn't a problem. Margaret and I walked up to Notre Dame, the short way - all uphill! But not like the long way of last week (see story "A walk in the woods")
We finished with a glass of rose in the village and then showered and prepared for my last dinner - at the lovely La table a la Fountaine. We arrived there around 7.30 which is early by French standards and got a table upstairs. We enjoyed a Coup de Champagne and a delicious fish dish.
Lots of laughs and my last night was over. So sad.
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