Well, here we are in France ... oh la la! The house we are staying in is a beautiful old, very large, house in a charming cite ancien ... with 5 bedrooms so the kids, for the first time in their lives, each have their own room.
We are staying in the town of Ceyrat, which is similar to a suburb. There is an old church just a bit further up the hill, with bells that ring on the hour. We havent been in the church yet, but it is on our to-do list.
On Sunday there was a reenactment of one of the old battles between the Romans and the
The hardest part of travelling around France is the language. The people get this look on their face when we try to speak french ... and then we get a look of panic when they answer us speaking at full speed. Steve has been studying his phrase book and is optimistic that he will be able to speak French by the time we leave. I find that we know just barely enough to make ourselves intelligible, and that is fine with me.
Well I must go to the boulangerie and get some groceries ... Steve goes to the patisserie every morning for fresh bread so we have been eating well. Miss you all at home. The Browns
No comments:
Post a Comment