Based on our experience today from Bordeaux, I'm willing to give the French train system another chance to redeem itself, but based on our experience with our reservations in Nice I was ready to write them off as incompetent. The traces of Irish blood coursing through my veins will allow for the slim possibility that our troubles in Nice are mystically related to 3 blacks cats who deliberately crossed our path at 05:00 Friday as we left our hotel in Siena on our way to the train station, but my guess is that a system glitch combined with a crazy buzy day at the Nice station with the flood of tourists pouring in for the holiday weekend contributed more to our problems that the cats. We tried to skirt around our train trouble with an attempt to rent a car. We visited no less than 6 agencies all of whom claimed to be sold out. Anyway, all's well that ends well, and we are now safely installed in Sarlat albeit one day late. The fields between Bordeaux and Sarlat are full of grape vines (miles aqnd miles of therm), lots of young corn, and a few very latrge patches of sumflowers. The ground is extremely dry and the air is hot and dry with little breeze, but the pastures are very green everywhere. Sarlat is a beutiful medieval town with some excellent and very unique architecture. Unlike the other medieval towns we have seen elsewhere, the hill on which Sarlat is not quite so steep or high, and the buildings are all rather narrow with extremely pointed rooves.
No comments:
Post a Comment
You can post comments here or send e-mail to us a dcrowe2@gmail.com which we will be able to pick up fromj time to time whenever we are within a wifi area.