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July '10: Wake up and smell the peaches

Wake up and smell the peaches.   I am back on Place de la République…

A day after the long trip from Atlanta, in a fog after ten hours of jet-lagged sleep,  I stumbled out of the house to buy morning bread and newspaper.  Stop at the café for coffee – it surely will help.  Eyes half-closed, I munched some bread with the coffee.  Still foggy, I looked up and saw Madame Vacqui
é marching purposefully toward a farmer’s stand on the Place.  Her energy is always invigorating,  so  I opened my eyes a bit wider.  Farmer’s stand.  Hey, I remember, local folks set up on the Place to sell fabulous farm-fresh fruit and veggies.  I’m reminded why I love Limoux – the local life on the little town square.  I walk over to see what he is selling.  Fresh local peaches! 

The farmer caught my accent and said a few words in English while making change. 
“Vous parlez anglais aussi?” I asked.  “You speak English too?” 
“Un peu, mieux avec  les femmes qu’avec les hommes.”  His English is better with the women than with the men.  Good way to learn a language, all right. 

A woman pulled up on her bicycle to look at the peaches. 
“They are pretty bad this early, no?” she joked. 
“Yes, pretty bad,” the farmer replied, “but they are the first of the season, picked this morning, and I am the only one who has  them.”  She bought some, as did I. 

Welcome back to Limoux!



Vignette:  A man of few words

I was bicycling up the hill toward the smelly old farm where I usually hold my breath as I pass the barn.  A truck going downhill stopped near me.  A man got out and stood looking into a pasture.

“Allez,” he says.  “Get going.” 

But there was nobody there.  As I continued biking up the hill, I realized that a herd of cows was running full speed, parallel to me, in the adjacent pasture.  Oh no! now they’re thundering onto the road crossing my path!  I screeched to a stop.  A dozen cows and a dozen calves ran across the road and rushed into another  pasture.  The man turned the truck around and parked at the farm. 

I stopped to say, “One word.  You just say ‘allez’ and off they go?” 
“Oui.”
“That’s really impressive how you have those cows trained.”
“Oui.”

A man of few words.  But every word counts!



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