Saturday, May 14th – Monday, May 16th

The last three days have been spent pulling information together (me), working on the boat (Craig) and chasing lizards (Felix)…..none of us being completely successful in our tasks.

But this afternoon, we had an interesting diversion.  It was a warm, sunny day and we had opened the front window hoping to catch a breeze.  Craig, watching the telly, was taking a well-deserved break while I was working on our visa applications. 

In the midst of this quietude, we heard a French voice.  “Pardon, monsieur, pardon”……a French bicyclist was standing near the open window politely trying to get our attention.

“Yes,” Craig said.

“Blah blah blah blah blah,” said the Frenchman (at least, that’s what it sounded like to us).

Then, he held up his water bottle.  “Ah, oui,” said Craig as he opened the front door to the stranger. 

One bicyclist came in, then two, then three, then four…..Craig filled water bottle after water bottle and still they came. 

Felix, unusually curious, came down from the loft but stopped in his tracks when he saw all the activity.  I looked up from my work to say, “Bonjour” and check on Felix…..the door was open and Felix was nowhere in sight!  We’ve given him some freedom, but who knows where he’d run off to with all these strangers lurking about.

I quickly wound my way through the bicyclists…..now lined up from the door to the kitchen…. “pardon….pardon….je suis voir pour ma chat” (excuse me….excuse me….I’m looking for my cat”).

I got to the front stoop and couldn’t believe my eyes!  Bicyclists as far as the eye could see!!  All wanting their water bottles refilled!!!

I came back in and spied Felix safely hidden a chair…..well, at least we wouldn’t have to worry about him…..our only concern now was running out of water.

Craig was laughing, the bicyclists were laughing and I was laughing.  Wanting to capture this moment, I fumbled for the camera…..sadly, only finding it after most of our quenched visitors had departed for Carcassonne. 

“This thirst, this thirst is strong
It overpowers all right and wrong
The thirst, I feel it coming on
The thirst, I feel it coming on
The thirst, I feel it coming on”…..Elton John
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About Languedoc Lady

I'm a newly retired woman from California getting ready to spend a year (or more) with my husband living the good life in Languedoc in the southwest of France.
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