My Trip to the Pharmacy

I ate lunch alone as my trip to the mill ended at 2 and lunch in France is 1. After lunch I headed back into the center of the village to the pharmacy with Christian. It more more to keep him company than a necessity. Walking to the pharmacy I felt like I knew the village. I mean, after day 2 of being in St. Sulpice, I had seen everything that is on their postcard, but it was not until after my trip the mill that I felt I really knew it. Christian proved me wrong.

On the way back home, he showed me around. Where the priest used to live and how they are turning it into 8 apartments; where they are building a nursing home; where the mall is going to go (newly paved street and all); we strolled around the cemetery; and then we cut through somewhere. This somewhere was crossing a ditch and going through a field. I did not have the proper shoes and kept hearing the crunching of dry cut wheat stumps under my shoes. I was glad at this moment for having these shoes. Not just are they a strong healed shoe, but they are very comfortable. Note to travelers: don't skimp on the shoes...not having to deal with sore/painful feet is priceless when you are walking all around.

We got back and I painted the door to scrap off the paint. There is some type of "paint" that you paint on the door and it peels up the paint. I did that and then Christian took over with the sanding.