I am sitting in my apartment in Limoges for the last time listening to Julie Tipton sing her songs in her comforting southern American voice and wishing I was in America, lounging in air conditioning, in American sized chairs, with an American sized glass of water.. with ice.
Walking home from the store with a baguette in my bag and trekking through tall grasses that cover the rolling hills to my apartment I almost felt sad that I will never be back to Camille Guerrin. Almost.
I have to finish packing and turn in my keys in an hour and then I am off road tripping to La Palmyre, a beach on the French west coast where Adrien’s grandmother has a house.
See ya Limoges!
