Monday 18th August

Sunday in Eymet and all is quiet.  A couple of people drinking coffee outside the Boulangerie and welcoming the start of another sunny day, a few dog walkers down by the river watching the ducks catching early morning insects, the church bells ringing for matins.  And later the Café de Paris, busy as ever with Sunday morning imbibers and the sound of a lonely jazz trumpet from a first floor window.  A few sightsee-ers wandering around looking up at all the half-timbered houses, and amazing at the house prices in the immobilier windows.  A visit to the Chataue in Lauzun, where the Duc de Lauzun had marble fireplaces carved with his coat of arms, and the friendly guide babbles on in French and we struggle to catch the old word here or there, treizieme ou quinzieme ciecle or descriptions of armoires and chaises and camdelabra in every room.  Lunch of tomme de savoie cheese on toast and a salad of avocado, red and yellow tamates, concombre et olives noir.

Sitting in the sun until we are too tired and have an afternoon nap.  In the evening an Indian meal in the square and a walk around the quiet streets.  So different from our London existence.  And all day long the sun has poured down its warmth and good wishes on us all.