Leaving Pompignan II · 28 July 2004
So yeah, we moved. Everyone says it’s stressful to move, up there with divorce and sudden unemployment, but christ on a bike it takes a lot out of you. Never mind the backache and barked knuckles: you’re left without a soul.
We’re now about an hour and a half east of Pompignan, in the Rhône Valley, hugged up next to the vaguely shitty Bagnols-sur-Cèze. Actually strike that – it’s only shitty if all you see of it is the shopping malls and supermarkets and their parking lots while you rush around for food and drink between time spent figuring where to put all the god damn stuff that was schlepped over from the old place. The town has a heart, we found out this morning: each Wednesday every street and sidestreet is filled with market stalls, patrolled by women pushing baby strollers, cops in funny pillbox hats, and Dutch tourists. Olives, baby: buckets of them.
The new house is nice. There is interesting plaster moulding. All doorways are higher than my forehead. The dogs have a yard to destroy. Here are some pictures.
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