Moissac, Moissac, Moissac

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Our offer was accepted on the house in Moissac! It's still likely to be a 3-4 month process before the sales transacton is complete. We've asked the seller to consider letting us rent the property in the meantime--fingers crossed. Our shipping container has just arrived and is being stored in Belgium until we are in our own home--so the sooner I'm sleeping in my own bed the more money we'll save. The current owners invited us back to the home earlier this week, and asked their english-speaking neighbors to join us--which made conversation much easier. And they extended their generosity by allowing us to come back on Thursday, so I could bring my cousin, Kim, on a quick tour while she is visiting. Kim arrived from Nebraska on Wednesday, and will be traveling through Switzerland, Spain and Portugal before heading back to the states. Bill and I love learning about France and what our new life will look like, but having a visit from a kindred spirit is really the icing on our fabulous french pastry. Kim and I spent yesterday wandering through Moissac and exploring the 7th century Abbey in the town center. On the outer edge of Moissac, a bridge spans the Tarne River, and creates part of the Canal du Midi--a 150 mile long canal created to transport wheat and other goods. It is considered one of the greatest construction works of the 17th century. The Canal Bridge was built around 1845 and the canal itself runs ON TOP of the bridge. Boats drive through the narrow, elevated chanel ABOVE the Tarne River(!) and there is a walking/bike path shaded by a canopy of trees along it's side. It is spectacular and I can hardly wait to take walks with Murphy under those trees. The more time I spend in Moissac, the more certain I am that we have landed exactly where we need to be.
 
 
 
 

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