Day three and it was Sunday Funday! It was the day between the two weddings. Wedding number one was wrapped up here.
We went driving. In truth we had errands to run. You know, cheese and wine to buy mostly but also we managed to communicate with the Frenchy florist when we picked up the flowers for the wedding. We are now excellent at hand gestures and paraphrasing whole sentences down to one or two words. Let's just say you wouldn't want to challenge us to a game of charades.
Afterwards we sort out the French fields. Mostly around Amberac they grow corn and sunflowers but as the summer had been and gone the sunflowers were a rarity now in Autumn but we were on a mission and we weren't going to fail! And, huzzah! We found possibly the last flowering sunflower field:
Radiance and cheer spread everywhere thanks to these little sun beams. Of course we jumped out of our car and proceeded to take 340 photos. I had dressed for the occasion and played matchy matchy.
The entire time we were there I thought of Mr Vick knowing sunflowers are his favourite. I knew how much he would beam standing where I was. I could have fallen into a landslide of sentimentality and home sickness there and then but I kept choosing celebration and no guilt. I had to be strict with myself. When in France, not too many feels or guilt.
Besides I had a bestie to cuddle
The corn fields painted a picture of rural dreaminess too. Straight from a french flick don't you think? In truth I wish I'd seen more French films to be able to quote one but the subtitles generally put me to sleep. My life goal is to one day grow up and not fall asleep in a foreign film!
I posed at any change I could get when something remotely frenchy appeared which was about every few hundred metres even on the open county roads. I put on my la-di-dah very convincingly don't you think?
After lunch (cheese and wine), we drove to Verteuil-sur-Charente. A small village which delightfully overwhelms with it's enormous chateau that is perched on it's river bank. I admit, when we drove into Verteuil, I squealed with delight and got teary. It was just so overwhelmingly French and I had a is this is really happening? moment. I made myself take three deep breathes to soak it all into my veins so a little bit would come home with me.
We perched on the banks of the river in a quant, leafy spot and drank more Frenchy wine. We had nothing else to do but enjoy the Frenchy-ness and each others company. We had very few cares in the world for that couple of hours. Talk about the stuff of mothers dreams! Wine, adult conversations, peacefulness, charm, no responsibilities. I felt so grateful.
And this chateau, it totally looks like something Repunzel would descend her long braid from right? Something from the time of dungeons and dragons because it does seem a little make pretend. In truth, it is not a palace or a museum or a theme park of any kind but merely someones summer home. SUMMER HOME!! Can you imagine the privileged life?!?
I think I found the most French door and steps combo ever built. I just needed to hear Piaf singing and my Frenchy dream would have been 100% complete.
My Frenchy game was on the rise. Outfit - tick, chic glasses - tick, pose - tick, attitude - tick.
And a great girl gang right beside me - tick!
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