Cold in Crap Filled Cahors – Cahors, France

The train ride from Paris to Cahors was long and uneventful. I could actually feel it getting warmer the more south I travelled. I canĀ“t tell you how nice this was after a few chilly nights in Paris. People think that because I am from Canada I am immune to getting cold but it’s not true. I am not used to the cold nor do I like it JUST because I am from the Great White North. Realize that Canadians are just more prepared for winter. We don’t pretend it’s not coming…we know it will be there every single year without fail.

When it gets cold at home we bundle up in down filled coats and toques, turn up the thermostat, and drink lots of hot drinks (or other warming beverages). When it nippy here in Europe, they don’t have forced air heating and without wall to wall carpeting, the old floors are bare wood or tile. Perhaps the people walking around half dressed in freezing temperatures are just hoping it’s a “cold spell” that will pass. I remember the tradition every fall when mom would bring out the bags of “winter clothes” and I would re-discover my favorite scarf with the mittens on the ends. Maybe that preparedness is one of the pluses of having more pronounced seasons. In any case, I am definitely looking forward to seeing the sun more.

Cahors is a little French town with lots of dogs and um, dog presents. Mel and her poo shoe gave us a chuckle until we saw it outside her hotel room door. Perhaps it would magically clean itself? There is even a dog fountain! We went for a walk around this sleepy town and then visited a market where I bought tomato, brie, avocado and some fruit. Then we did some wine tasting…it was very good but I did not allow myself to buy any.

After the wine tasting I was exhausted so by 830pm I was in bed. I needed a nap and the hotel was very comfortable so I had a hot bath (ahhhhhh…) and then slept like a baby. I woke up a few hours later then tried to watch CNN for about 5 minutes but it was just bad news, like usual. I think watching the news really depresses me putting me in such a negative state of mind.

I took a walk down by the river with Brad and Glen and we found a whole bottle of wine just sitting there. Strange. The water was shimmering like a glass mirror. The peaceful silence did help my mood a bit. The trees and architecture here are relaxing and the unbusy-ness was a good slowdown. It was really nice to visit a small town in France but one night was enough for me as there is not a whole lot to do here except eat, drink and avoid the doggie doo doo. Off to Spain tomorrow.

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