Joe just drove off, back to De Gaulle, in the little black Fiat we’ve been using for the last ten days or so.  Now the real adventure of living in France begins.  With him here, its seemed more like a vacation–except for journal entries and a few observations, I’ve done no writing.  Not sure I feel quite centered enough to return to the book today, feeling ever so slightly emotional.     But Skype, e-mail, etc. should minimize the distance.  Feel free–please–to inundate me with both.  People, mostly English so far, that we’ve met here are great, offering extra electric heaters, rides into Perigeaux, etc.   Finishing the book and learning French are now my priorities.