The last leg of my French sojourn, I continued to build on esoteric knowledge of this incredibly rich region. My new friend Jeannette Rogers, another Fellow at Moulin a Nef, is a translator of medieval troubadour poetry from the original language of Occitan into both modern French and English. I never knew of this language, nor of the Cathars , the peace-loving, vegetarian Christian sect that was wiped out during the Inquisition. The Cathar cross, which you will see everywhere in Toulouse. After 2 and a half weeks in Auvillar, I spent three days in Toulouse, a city I fell in love with. The rest of the Fellows were all set to go home and I would have been alone at Moulin a Nef. I couldn't face it, so I booked myself a little side trip to this fascinating city. It seemed to me to be about the size of Providence RI, and a river runs through it, too. Toulouse, France That is where I was when the Paris attacks of Nov. 13 occurred. In fact, I only knew about it because
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