October 20 to 22nd. Thiviers to Perigueux via train.

We could not find a place to stay between Thiviers and Perigueux, and weren’t prepared to walk 40 km, so we took the train. I also wasn’t able to walk well yet. So to the train station we went. Waited in the bar across the street from the station and noticed the functioning pizza machine. We could have had pizza for supper last night instead of Scott’s rice and lentils (not that there was anything wrong with Scott’s rice and lentils!).

I always stop to read the history of a place and am thankful for Google Translate. The little terrier was interesting to find out about as it was the first time I’ve seen anything like that.

This is what a coffee happy looks like.

Thank you for peeing with your eyes open.

There’s that temptation again of taking the train to Bordeaux St Jean rather than walking.

The bigger stations have underground passageways to get to your train platform but here you have to cross the tracks.

Our trains have been only one car long on these little regional routes.

Such a happy boy. Found a magazine about his favourite little deuxcheveaux.

A tailor. That’s quite the collection of thimbles.

No McDonald’s when you are with Scott. Moroccan again.

For Ethel.

I have to admit to pressing a key on this very strange organ when no one was looking…but no music did it make 😐🎶

Waiting for the pilgrim refuge to open to see if we could get a room.

Sadly, no. Off to the Ibis Budget Hotel instead.

I’m anticipating that we should have put Scott in a separate room.

And I was correct. Why am I travelling with children.

There was an incredible storm during the night (Storm Benjamin raged through France and into Switzerland – you know its a big storm when they give it a name). The street was flooded. Major rain in the forecast for tomorrow too.

Ken thought this graffiti was pretty hard hitting.

The hotel has a kiosk where you can get hot soup in addition to your coffee.

They also have this sign beside the chocolate bar vending machine, which I think is horribly cruel! Not that it stopped me 😁🍫

Scott picked up stamps to send postcards (still to be written) and they are croissant and butter scented.

This display has given Ken ideas for the Lac La Biche museum.

One town. A thousand histories. There is a large separate poster for each of the pictures here telling the stories of local citizens in their own words. I would love to see this in Lac La Biche – there are so many diverse stories to be told which should not be lost.