St. Cirq Lapopie we were in Cahors. It was Saturday evening, we had not yet eaten and we needed gas. I told my husband that we needed to fill up with gas in Cahors. I knew that the village was high above on a hill. Tomorrow was Sunday. I did not know how many gas stations we would find open on Sunday. Of course, my husband being male insisted that there would be a gas station open on Sunday. (He has not traveled as extensively outside the country as I have). We started driving and driving...no gas station. I insisted that we return to Cahors. It was your typical moment of spousal bliss. (hahaha).
...and yes I am still with my husband despite the argument over filling up with gas.
This is my contribution to Dreaming of France, hosted by Paulita at An Accidental Blog.