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Our Ecurie (stables)
Cezac
Stephen

We made a stop in Cahors so that we could get some food and wine to bring to Baralou, the name of their farmhouse. We had agreed to have dinner there that night and we wanted to make some contribution to the event.

Also, we needed coffee and milk to go in it for the following morning.

We arrived about 5:30 in the afternoon with much greeting and kisses (twice as many as at home).

This time Cezac turns out to be a whirlwind of people, gatherings, and much re-attuning to listening, speaking, and thinking in French. Aude is adorable, testing out how steep a hill she can manage to walk down without tumbling.
The farmhouse
She takes immediately to Stephen, especially to his beard. Of course I had brought an updated supply of grandchildren pictures to show off, but being around Aude made me realize that four weeks would be a long time away from Tess and Sydney, at a time when they would inevitably make huge changes. - Dawn

 
Isabelle has offered us the spare bedroom in their house which made us feel quite honored, but we opted for the stables across the driveway. Dawn is ultra-sensitive to mustiness and the bedroom had been closed up tight for quite a while. In a week it would have been fine. Also, the "ecurie" was closer to the bathroom that we would use and it had its own kitchen.

Isabelle would not allow us to help with her cleanup in the ecurie, and sent us out for a walk. Things had changed. There were new hiking signs and some kind of landing strip at the top of the ridge.
View from our bedroom
The evening light was soft and the area was as green as we had ever seen it because of the unusually large amount of rain they had been getting.

It had been nearly seven years since we first had dinner in this house. A spring evening much like this one. A simple meal, soup, an entree, cheese, desert, served to us just hours after our arrival. We hardly knew them then, but now I felt that we were being folded back into the family as we sat between Isabelle and Delphine. We dished out the responsibilities of wine opening and bread cutting and platter finding, but were not allowed to help in the clean up. It was still a dance of cultures as we mixed the way we do things very lightly into the way they did things, all softened with the talk of recent grandchildren and other catch ups and laced with plans for the coming weeks. It was late before the evening ended with sleepy good nights, a walk across the drive to the ecurie, more sleepy good nights and our first two days were finished.


 
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Our Ecurie (stables)
Our Ecurie (stables)
The farmhouse
The farmhouse
View from our bedroom
View from our bedroom
Our friends
Our friends
Cezac
photo by: jsbuck1