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Thursday, September 09, 2010

Big Sis in a Small World
Meyronne, Dordogne


We were both pleasantly surprised by the 11th Century Chateau which I had booked for our Payrac wedding. (Not the wedding of P1 and myself, but the wedding we'd been invited to). La Terrasse in Meyronne was beautiful and was a far cry from our previous chateau experience. Although they both had a swimming pool...


I think it helped that we didn't have cobwebs in our room and didn't have to climb the stairs in darkness, past watching eyes from the pictures on the walls.

Both P1 and I would recommend staying at La Terrasse to anyone...


That is, to anyone who is not staying there for a wedding in Payrac. The Hotels.com website described La Terrasse as only 8 miles from Payrac, so we figured that would be a 15 minute, 20 Euro taxi ride at most. As it turned out, 45 minutes and probably a 2000 Euro taxi fare was closer.

Fortunately, we discovered this early as P1 had arranged a rendezvous with a couple of fellow wedding guests the night before the nuptials. They were staying at a campsite less than a mile from the church, so we dressed down for the occasion and gloated to ourselves as we set off from our lovely Chateau and grounds with views like this...


... to visit their tent in a field.

40 minutes and 20 miles of driving across snake-like roads and gravel farm tracks, we made it to Payrac. I discovered that if I were a crow that flew, it would indeed be only 8 miles. But alas, I'm not (yes, I did consider hiring a Cessna). We found out that most of the wedding guests were staying at the campsite. We also found out that a 5 minute taxi ride costs 50 Euros, so P1 quickly went off to investigate the cost of hiring a static caravan for the night. We both soon realised that we could probably buy the campsite (including the caravans) for the cost of our return taxi fare to the wedding the next day.

But as luck would have it, on the day of the wedding, I got struck down by a French throat bug (or possibly P1 poisoned me), so I had no interest in alcohol and was keen to have a car near me for napping purposes. I happily volunteered to be the chauffeur for the day...


1 comments:

Phil said...

I imagine that French bug was just a frog in the throat.