I was back in Limoges again on Thursday for the second of Benj’s freshers’ week lectures. As I mentioned here, these have started before the students can get into their accommodation, meaning a lot of parents are having to do a lot of running around. It only seemed like yesterday since I’d last been there – probably because it was! Anyway, I had my camera this time, slightly better weather and I was a bit less achey. (I’m fighting off some ghastly child-introduced virus, the sure sign that school has started again.) I also found a slightly quicker route into the city centre from the campus, and the car didn’t try to commit suicide on the drive up, so all in all, it was better trip all round.

First up, here is one of the history lesson street name plaques I was telling you about yesterday.

On the subject of signs and names, I passed this fine, empty building on my walk today. It has the name ‘Ecole Normale d’Institutrices’ carved over the door. Literally this means ‘Normal Teacher School’. This got me wondering where the ‘abnormal’ version was?

Actually, the name just translates as ‘Teacher Training College’, as I’ve discovered since looking up about it online just now. Not quite so entertaining!

Into the city itself and I came across lots of timbered houses in the Motte area. They contrast strikingly with the modern architecture around them.

There are some very old, very narrow streets to be seen.

The old chapel of St Aurelien is dwarfed by the buildings around it. Isn’t it exquisite?

Very close by was the Place de la Barreyrrette – and the strange spelling is correct. This particular area of the old city is where the butchers were concentrated. The Place de la Barreyrrette is where the animals were assembled for slaughter, up until the municipal abattoir was built in 1832.

Next I passed a statue of St Martial …

… and then the Church of St Michel.

Here are his lions which stand outside the church. (They’re very nice, but not as nice as the lions at Toulx St Croix.)

Into Place de la Motte where the rather ugly Halles are. The original ones were burnt down in 1864, as you may remember from yesterday’s post. However, opposite them, it’s much more picturesque. There’s this wonderful trompe d’oeil. It’s known as the Fresque Cobaty, and it reflects elements of old and new Limoges.

This is Auguste Renoir and his model. I will have to check out the Limoges connection as the notice at the site was vague.

And lastly, before photo fatigue sets in, a photo of some famous Limoges enamel. There’ll be another blog soon about Limoges and its émailleurs – which doesn’t mean emailers, but enamellers.

But I must mention that I came home to find Wendy had spent the day sleeping in my handbag!