One last trip to the local towns. Meyssac market is on the books for today. The French markets are a blend of produce, artisanal foods, household products and gift wares. Pretty perfect in my estimation, although Chris cannot abide them for long.
The town of Collanges la Rouge is a little further afield (I was about to say north, but without a map at my elbow, I can’t say that for sure). The town name is roughly ‘the colour red’. It is unique in that the bricks of this town are all a very dark clay colour. Everywhere else that we have driven through in France has boasted homes the colour of a very pale yellow limetsone, sometimes tending toward grey, but that is about the range of the colour palette. This town, with it’s clay coloured houses has the aura of being on the verge of collapse. It looks like it is utterly crumbling. I only have a couple of lousy photos as I snapped them very quickly as we were leaving for Paris, but you’ll get the general idea. Had I had more time, I would have tried to capture it’s essence: to me the town looks like the “I Spy Hallowe’en” book.