Falling in love with Figeac

I never meant for this to happen

It started out as an impromptu encounter. A crazy fling. A one-night stand.

Yet it turned into so much more.

1. Love at fifth sight

I first met Figeac (Lot, Occitanie) over 25 years ago. We flirted casually, but didn’t totally hit it off.

F., as the object of my desire will now be referred to, was going through some tough times. As for me, I wasn’t about to get involved. What about the kids?

But somehow, so many years later, I drifted back. And our recent encounter rekindled that nearly-forgotten spark.

2. How do I know it’s love?

I can enumerate the tell-tale signs.

• Blue skies are bluer when I’m with F.

• I cherish all the little things

• I keep going back to the place we first saw each other again

  

• I don’t mind F.’s occasional fautes de goût, or errors in taste — they just add to the charm, somehow.

  

• Our future together

Now that I’m back from our impromptu idyll, I can’t help but wonder what the future holds.

With F. being only an hour away, will I keep running back into its loving walls?

There is more about Figeac to come, but as my grandfather used to say, “you’ve got to have a little fun.”

In the meantime, with Valentine’s Day coming up, why not…