Sunny Sunday

 

Sunday didn't start too early, as I was shattered after my full on day on Saturday. I had breakfast at the apartment and spent far too long in the shower, and headed out at 9.45am. I was walking with purpose as I was heading for the Adrien Dubouche National Porcelain Museum, this museum holds the largest collection of ceramics in the world and I think that I photographed them all.

The Museum is situated on Place de Winston Churchill, which also is home to the bus station , which really is just a large amount of bus stops, and a car park. Oh Winston how the mighty have fallen.

A stunning building both inside and out with beautiful grounds.

First stop in the museum was the exhibition by Bernardaud, some beautiful pieces of which the above 'Al Dente' caught my eye. Made by Marco Mencacci who teaches all over the world. This vase has been made in various colours and designs over the last 20 years, when I googled it, they were selling at over £2000!!!!!

quickly scribbles this onto my Christmas list.

Some of the other highlights of my tour were to see that Wedgwood got a mention

 

 a chandelier made of ceramic ladles

some amazing stained glass windows 

 

And ceramics I would love to own.

I paid 7€ entrance fee, I arrived at 10.30am and they closed at 12.30pm for lunch, we were asked to leave but to return at 2pm, which I did and stayed until 3.30pm getting my ceramics fix.

After being  sent out for lunch, I wandered into the city centre to a square close to Galleries Lafyette. I ordered cafe gourmand as I was still full from breakfast. In truth I am trying as many as I can in as many places to see how what they serve.

This restaurant went up in my estimation due to the knives, if you know you know is all I am saying

I walked home along the banks of the Vienne, until I got to Pont St Etienne, I am staying on Rue Pont du St Etienne. I looked up at the 'Haute ville' the high town or medieval area I am staying in and realised that I was looking up at the same spot that I had looked down from the botanical gardens yesterday.

up

down.

Another strange thing I spotted today at Lycee Gay-Lussac, the clock is in roman numerals, but 4 is not IV on the clock but IIII. The clock at the train station has the same. 

The Lycee is a  stunning building which was opened in the 16th century and is Limoges oldest public school.

I cooked again at the apartment as I was shattered and also because the French were congregating  en mass in bars and restaurants in preparation for the rugby.

I opted for Netflix and a bottle of Vouvray.

And so my last day begins.