About 12 years ago when I was in Italy on my own I first heard ocassionally , in the back streets, and mainly the elderly, wishing each other ' buon domenica' i.e good Sunday. - both as a greeting and a parting. How nice, I thought, OK, maybe in our secular society a bit out-dated but so what. I have never heard it in Frnace.
Yesterday, as I was leaving the bar after sitting over my coffee and a croissant for an hour, the lady wished me 'Bon dimanche'. I was delighteed and tried to explain that I had heard it in Italy ( she and her husband know I sometime use Italian words instead of French. He certaily understands Italian, I have heard him talking to other customers in Italian) I think they undertand.
Next I knew when I gave the guy who stands near my front door a coin, as I usually do each day, he wished me 'bon dimanche' .
In the evening I went to an organ recital in a church 1 km away. The big church was almost packed. For 45 min I just sat and listened to the music.
Today was very very windy and intermittently rainy. I think the wind rattled my brain. I could not settle to much so didnot try. I did explore the route I would take to get to the train station to get to the airport on Thursday. The reverse of my arrival will not work because there was an up escalator from the below ground train line to the ground, but there is no down escalator. I did find a pokey lift which rattled and wheezed, but it worked. Plan B is not attractive.
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