In keeping with the kids’ adorably enthusiastic attitude when visiting anywhere new, each outing in France is officially an adventure! After a couple of days at home to recover from our epic journey, it was time to introduce the kids to the local area. Yesterday we went to Verteillac (pronounced ‘ver-tee-ack’), where their Nanna, Pat, has a weekly French lesson. It’s a little village – they’re called a commune around these parts. We were all set for bright, sunny weather:
While Pat learned ever-more sophisticated ways to tell people that the pen of her aunt is on the table, Tristan and I took the kids to the commune’s playground. It was lovely: fenced (and I’m a huge fan of fenced playgrounds), shaded by several mature trees, and with cool play equipment that was different enough to our local stuff to delight the kids:
I loved the garlands decorating the square. Traditionally these would be made from crepe paper, which didn’t fare well if it rained, but these days the locals make them from recycled plastic bags.
We meandered around, checking out the sights. Joe gravitated towards the shoe rack of a local vintage shop:
After a quick snack in the square it was time to reunite with Nanna, Grandad (who’d been to the gym in nearby Riberac), and Gogga (who went shopping in Riberac and bagged herself a nice skirt, once again continuing her habit of turning into a shopaholic while on holiday).
We had a quick stop at the playground on the way back to the car, where children young and old had fun…
If you’ve enjoyed this post please hunt for ‘Knocked Out Jacq’ on Facebook and like the page to stay up to date with future stories!