Adventures in France-Land, Walking (and trains) VII

We wake up on market day in Puy L'eveque and have time for just a bit of shopping.

We wake up on market day in Puy L’eveque and have time for just a bit of shopping.

The taxi arrives just when the rain gets heavy and off we go to Cahors to jump on a train.

The taxi arrives just when the rain gets heavy and off we go to Cahors to jump on a train.

Just something we passed along the way, gotta love France.

Just something we passed along the way, gotta love France.

Cahors is a big busy town and this is there lovely train station were the high speed train will take us to Paris.

Cahors is a big busy town and this is the lovely train station were the high speed train will take us to Paris.

One of our favorite waiting games, the "stand on one foot", other favorites include "I'm thinking of a number" and "all the words you can think of that start with 'a'".

One of our favorite waiting games, the “stand on one foot”, other favorites include “I’m thinking of a number” and “all the words you can think of that start with ‘a'”.

A little slice of home that totally earned it's place in the backpack even though it was only used half the time.

A little slice of home that totally earned it’s place in the backpack even though it was only used half the time.

One of the many advantages of being 5 and 7.

One of the many advantages of being 5 and 7.

Back in Paris we navigate to our second air b'n'b apartment.  I really felt the loss of our red and white GR trail symbols as we wove through cars and people instead of trees and mud.

Back in Paris we navigate to our second air b’n’b apartment. I really felt the loss of our red and white GR trail symbols as we wove through cars and people instead of trees and mud.

Welcome to my new home in Paris! I hope this place stays on air b'n'b forever, I love, love, loved it!

Welcome to my new home in Paris! I hope this place stays on air b’n’b forever, I love, love, loved it!

We treated ourselves to a very non-French lovely Italian meal mere steps from the apartment.

We treated ourselves to a very non-French lovely Italian meal mere steps from the apartment.

And topped it off with gelato that the guy somehow made look like a flower, pffffff as if gelato needs to be even more appealing.

And topped it off with gelato that the guy somehow made look like a flower, pffffff as if gelato needs to be even more appealing.

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