Mont de Marsan

My next city for my postcard purchases (if you're following my France Tour) is Mont de Marsan.  A beautiful little town in Southern France; about an hour from Bordeaux.

 Boulevard de la Douve.  I have actually sat on that bench!  Beatiful place to sit and read or think or sketch!

 This is a sketch (not by me, obviously) of the Hotel de Ville.

 Here is La Passerell et le Donjon Lacataye or the Donjon Lacataye and the Crossing.  I seem to remember it being some type of religious place, but I wouldn't bet any money on my memory of this one!

 This is Le Theatre.  There is a produce market inside as well.  

 Here's a map.  I'm going to have to dig out my journal so that I can tell you where I lived.  I do remember having an older couple who became my friends. They lived on Place Joseph PanCaut and loved American Cowboy movies.  And they had an adorable dog who would jump up to see in the kitchen window.  We would laugh at watching him pop up over and over again.

 This is Sablar Plaza.  This is very close to where I lived.  (Still can't think of the street name.  Ugh-old age!)

 This bridge is the Pont du Commerce.  It crosses the Midouze river.  

Thanks for strolling down memory lane with me!

The First Postcard

I don't remember the first time I received a postcard (sorry to whomever sent it) but I do remember purchasing postcards for the first time.  I was in a little town in Southern France.  I was very anxious for my mother to experience as much as possible from my travels in France.  

This is Tarbes, which can be found in the Hautes Pyrenees.  

I think that just about everywhere in France is beautiful.  Here you can see le Cloitre, le Musee, le Petit Train, and the buvette.  Gardens in France are the "Don't Walk On The Grass" variety.  They make beautiful photo backgrounds!

This is Avenue Foche.  Lots of shoppers.  Folks tend to walk more than drive; especially in the smaller towns.  Notice how there is a car parked on the sidewalk.  Pretty typical of folks who do drive!  

This was given to me by a fellow traveler, with an invitation to visit him if I ever passed through his town in Utah.  (I had totally forgotten about that until just now as I was scanning these cards.)

Thanks for taking a walk down memory lane with me!