The Presbytère…not a mistake this time, really

I eff’ed up again. I accidentally published the above photo last week and when I attempted to update it with the text, the website read it as a revision, not a new post, so it wasn’t sent out automatically on Friday as I had scheduled. Whoops! Some of you have already read it because you went directly to the website. If this is a repeat for you, sorry…

I didn’t move across the street to the Presbytère (explanation to follow) on Monday as planned. One of the neighbors, occupant of the Presbytère, had a dental issue requiring him to stay in the area. So, I moved in on Thursday. It’s nice to have a full-sized bed to share with Cassie and Cam, but I really felt more at home in my nest at Susan’s place. Some of you may know, but I didn’t, that it’s called the Presbytère (Presbytery in English) because it was the rectory or home of the priest in the village. The village is so small, and shrinking, so there’s not a full-time priest living here. The neighbors bought it some years back. The house dates to the mid-1700’s. It’s very charming.

I appears my request for an extension of my visa has been approved by the French authorities!!! I say “appears that” because the person who answered the phone said that it had been approved, but that it was still being processed. He said the person in charge of my application for an extension was not in the office. She is the one in charge of the “W’s” — of course! Anyway, it means that I’ll be legal for the time period while I’m waiting to leave. I’m greatly relieved!

I thought I’d add a couple of humorus photos from the French grocery store.

On my walk the other day, I encountered an old French, I suppose, hippie leading three mules pulling a wagon filled with baskets. The wagon looked like a gypsy wagon, but he didn’t look like a gypsy – just your ordinary door-to-door salesman selling baskets out of a wagon pulled by mules.

Next week, I’ll report from Spain, God willing!! They’re talking about closing the border again. Jeez.