The big news in Ameugny this year is street signs, and, indeed, street names. Previously, mail needed only have the name of the person and the town, and Madame Postmistress would unerringly deliver in her bright yellow Postes mini-truck.
But locals complained that it was too hard to give directions to visitors, so a committee was formed, names were chosen, and new tan street signs now make Ameugny one of the best sign-posted little towns in the Departement de Saone et Loire. A new map in front of the mairie proudly shows the new regimen. In that wonderfully French fashion, the main drag in Ameugny has five different names, depending on which part of the road you happen to be standing.
The sniffles I’ve been nursing for a couple days blossomed overnight into a full-blown cold – one of those achy, runny-nosed, stuffed-sinus affairs that makes life miserable. Even Linda suggested I sleep in this morning, missing the morning service at Taizé, and interrupting my walking schedule.
Seeking relief, I drove to the Pharmacie in nearby Cormatin, stopping for bread and croissants at the local boulangerie. The young woman who runs it is getting to know my face, and greeted me cheerfully. My French has progressed to the point where I was able to explain to the pharmacist that I wanted a remedy without stupor-inducing antihistamines and he produced a product called Actifed. He also recommended a nasal spray for the stuffy nose, and I was good to go. New acquaintance Cees van Halderen, passed by twice on his bicycle, waving both times. I came home to fresh coffee to go with the croissants, and life was good, cold notwithstanding…