http://circleplastics.co.uk/geju.php We packed up early and met Christine shortly before 9:30 to give her the key to our lovely, spacious gite in St Siffret. We pulled up the car by the gite gate to pack four of our suitcases on the roof of our car using our new ceintures and rope from the BricoMarche to make more room in the compartment.  Frances, the name we gave our GPS, had a few problems directing us to cross roads instead of taking the high speed south and then northwest, a more direct route. Frances had issues with the construction and small towns where satellite reception was poor and she was unable to respond quickly — or, perhaps, she was retaliating for the names Shoe had called her. Ultimately, we ended up on the high speed toll road.
Maştağa The expansive view from the rear terrace at our gite in Puy CalvelÂ
Our welcoming living room
Mid-afternoon we arrived at the A20 near Cahors, and followed Hillary’s directions to our second gite a three story gite overlooking a lush, green valley. Hillary, the owner, happened to be gardening and heard us approach down the one-lane road. She showed us where to pull over/park and showed us around our three bedroom, two bath gite with a brand new kitchen.
Our bedroom tucked up under the eaves
Luckily, we had chest-of-drawers, in which to put our belongings. We met Simon, Hillary’s husband, who gave us directions to the area. After settling in, we headed to LaBastide to the grocery store, the best grocery within 30 minutes or so. We drove our huge vehicle down one-lane unmarked roads to the boulangerie — which had just run out of bread before we arrived!
We settled for grocery-store bread and filled our larder with supplies, especially wine. On the way back, we missed our turn, and took another tour of the gorgeous countryside. We winded one-lane roads, even meeting another car, and found our way back! We were excited to find a bag with two “boules” of freshly-baked at our door. It was even still warm and we decided to eat it right away! Before we could even break off a piece, Simon came over from next door and asked if the “bread man” had dropped off any bread. Chagrined we admitted that he had and relinquished both “boules” to their righful owner. Simon mentioned that the boulanger in town delivered bread to them every Saturday and Wednesday after he closes. After unpacking the groceries, we sat on the terrace, enjoyed a glass of wine, with wonderfully fresh apple slices and peanuts. Dinner was ravioli and salad.
The sun streams in our kitchen window
Dinner is served!
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