France Tales

I really can’t stress enough how going in any direction the little villages and towns are just stunning. For example, we went to Beaumont on Thursday for lunch. Beaumont is in the Perigord, a bastide village, with lots of charm. We didn’t have to pass through ugly villages to get there. With each kilometer traveled it got prettier and prettier. My jaw hurt, growing tired of the “Oh did you see that, look how beautiful that is, this is so gorgeous”. It’s as if at some point I was expecting it to NOT be pretty. Maybe I was secretly disappointed that there was no ugly duckling of a town. How can you appreciate beauty in the absence of ugly?

Here is the town’s site in French

Here is the town’s site in English

I saw a flyer in the café where we had lunch advertising a hip-hop and breakdancing class in Beaumont. This I have to see, maybe I’ll even take the class. Imagine taking a hip-hop dance class in a medieval village in the French countryside, I wonder if we can smoke in between songs?

At lunch we saw a nice Dutch couple. When they sat they said hello and tried to strike up a conversation with us in French. We spoke to them in English, I think their
English was better than their French, I know mine is. We wandered around the town and ran into them again, each time smiling and exchanging pleasantries. And, when we left, we were driving up a hill outside of town, and guess who were riding bikes up that same hill? Beaumont, beautiful hill, it was a charming sight.