We woke on the last morning in our flat in a medieval building in Sarlat, drinking coffee at the polished table, eating pastries from the little place we liked best. Then we waited for the train to Bordeaux at the quiet Gare Sarlat, wild cats sunning themselves in the sunny platform while the ticket woman prepared their petit dejeuner. In Paris, we arrived at a charmless place near the Musee des Artes et Metiers. It’s the size of our porch at home and (strangely) is an “upgrade”. Never mind. Tomorrow we’ll spend the day at Chartres and the day after doing another good thing. And the day after that, the long trip home.
...Theresa Kishkan 