It finally came – my second visit, technically, but the first time I really knew something about what I was seeing.
Now I know why this region warrants singling out as its own region. I will be back many times, as often as possible: La Rochelle, Saint-Jean-d’Angély, Cognac, Angoulême, and of course a picnic with my kind hosts on the banks of the Charente River itself.
There is nothing like being with the high-school aged children of someone you met in high school and thinking how we met when we were so young, just like they are meeting people now. How do people stick to each other so well over decades from such accidental encounters? It’s pure magic.