We are just back from Paris, where we spent a wonderful few days with daughter Anne. (I’ll write about some of our fun activities in later postings.) The weather was fairly cool if not cold during our stay, and we did have some rain, but Paris is Paris. We love it whether it drizzles or sizzles.
In any case, as we were preparing to leave Paris early this morning, the owner of the apartment we had rented said, “So, I assume it will be a lot warmer in the Dordogne than it’s been in Paris, yes?”
“Well, not so much,” replied my wife Jan, who had already checked the day’s forecast.
Just to make clear how “not so much” warmer it is here in the southwest of France, have a look at the welcome that was waiting for us on our car in the parking lot of the Gourdon train station:
Yes, it’s the first snow of winter. Fortunately, the windshield wipers flicked it off in a few swipes, and the heater of our trusty VW worked well on the drive home. But I fear this is a taste of things to come.