It is Bastille Day today, the day that France celebrates the anniversary of storming the bastille in 1789 and the ultimate birth of a new nation. Since we cannot seem to get out of the house before noon, we have no chance of seeing a parade. So we head to a market instead. And in true fashion, we arrive at our destination just as the market and the town are shutting down for their afternoon siesta, but not before Chris buys some “truffade” a local potato dish.
I should mention that although not quite as bad as the three hour Italian lunch, the French ‘lunch break’ is about two hours and is just as inconvenient. Argentat is on the Dordogne River and is really beautiful. Down along the river bank you can almost feel how vital this river would have been to this town.