My last post was in October, of activities in late August, so there is no doubt that I am way behind. But I have been having a lovely and busier time here in France, and posting isn’t that high a priority, I’m afraid. When my French class at the marie started again, I was pleased to be moved up to an intermediate group! I know I have made progress, but sometimes the elephant of a foreign language still looms so huge that I can lose sight of how many bites I’ve swallowed so far.
One of our early activities was a field trip, right before the first vacance scolaire, to the Jardin des Martels. We took a bus to a city where we picked up a little narrow-gauge train to the gardens. But first we enjoyed a stoll around town and a picnic.
The city had lovely character.
The ville was out in the country, really, since you didn’t have to go far for farmland. Check it out here:
Our picnic in a parc a bit down from the train station was quite lovely, but one group really did it up right! Tablecloth, home-baked cake, bottles of wine…
After lunch we boarded the train, with a short stop at the train museum.
I followed, gererally, the big picture of what the guide said; but afterward as he was going around answering questions, he caught on to the Anglophones in the group, and answered our questions in English. Quite well, too! All these polyglots really put us to shame!
Next post, the garden itself.