After the end of a very lovely week, it’s now time to go back to the UK (albeit rather briefly). Limoges (the above photo is of the city hall) is a beautiful place and everyone seemed friendly and helpful. My trip to Oradour sur Glane will also live with me for some time, a haunting memory of the horrors that took place there.
And on that helpful theme…. The bus service doesn’t run to the airport in the mornings, so I thought that I’d risk getting to the airport only two hours early (I consider that cutting it fine). To do that I needed to get a bus to a point around twenty minutes walk away from the airport, which seemed much better than the two hour walk that I had to get to the centre of Limoges.
Anyway, I get on the bus and the driver is exceptionally helpful, even with my English mauling the pronunciation of the French locations. So we’re sailing into near where my stop was and I press the button to get off. The driver ignores the bell and smiles at me, and the next thing I realise he’s taken me to the airport itself. I could well do without that twenty minutes walk at the moment, so that’s a real help to me. His other passengers seemed confused and he had to spend time to explain the situation, but they didn’t seem too irritated at the English person messing up their schedule. So, more smiles, lots of thanks, shaking of hands and I’m at the airport nice and early.
A lovely end to my little Limoges trip.