I ventured down into the village to post a couple of letters back home.  Of course my French dried up after my first carefully prepared sentence, and I cannot get to grips with what is being said when I am told the price, but the letters went and I had a little look round the town or maybe its a village.  I don’t know – it has a Maire (Mayor) so I suppose it must be a town.  It was half past nine in the morning, so not rush hour, but still it was amazingly quiet.

IMG_0909 IMG_0910Rush Hour in Champagnac-la-Riviere and I didn’t even have to wait for the traffic to clear

One challenge a day to my French was enough and I didn’t try going to the Boulangiere (bakery), but on Sunday the little bread van does not call to Parc Verger so I thought I would give it a try.

The cute little shop was full of delicious looking bread and cakes.  I bought (not knowing what it was) a walnut loaf made from, I think, Christmas flour.  Anyway it was very nice.  But the pièce de résistance was this cake.


Apparently I am told by a French friend that it is called Une religieuse which translates as A Nun – I wonder if they are only made on a Sunday?  Anyway it was délicieuse never mind a about religieuse

It lasted most of the day as there was far too much of it to eat at just one sitting, and Phoebe shared some of it as well – and gave it lick-lipping full marks.

Quite a few of the locals were popping by for their morning bread, and Little Miss Phoebe, who had come with me was highly excited by all these potential new people to meet.  She was attached to The Supter which I had parked on the pavement as I went in. Now of course, not only was it a Sunday morning, but here in rural France people like to chat to one another, which is nice, but it meant I was in the shop much longer than I intended.  So when I went out I had one highly excitable Great Dane puppy straining at the leash.  We needed to turn round to retrace out route and in all the bouncing about at my return – plus trying to look round at everyone else she was not paying attention and there was a loud yelp as one of her paws got caught by the back wheel.  I felt dreadful about it but Phoebe didn’t seem worried.

She was previously limping a bit occasionally, but on another paw, and that was from leaping an enormously wide ditch, much wider than she expected I fear.  I think the result was that she strained one of her front paws.

3 thoughts on “Champagnac-la-Riviere

  1. SwissSue

    Hallo Sue,

    So glad to hear that you and Phoebe are having a good time in France, despite the language blips! (grinning smiley)

    How/where are you spending Christmas? Whatever, here’s wishing you a very Merry Christmas and safe, enjoyable and Happy New Year!

    Sue and woofs from Inka dog to Phoebe!


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