My Trip to Oradour - Part 2

I had about 2 1/2 hrs to wait before the next bus came by so I decided to walk around the new town that was built bordering the martyred village. As soon as I exited the Centre it began to sprinkle and soon turned to a full rain. I headed to the bus stop for shelter but there was no bench and I didn't feel like standing around for the next few hours. So I headed towards the church and found a door open. The lights were all off and the church was more like what you'd find in the states. I felt awkward sitting there so I left and took refuge in one of the covered entrances at the back of the church. I sat watching the rain for an hour before venturing back out. The town is small (pop. 2000) and there weren't really any shops where I could pass the time. I found myself in a pastry shop and took my time before deciding on something. I headed back to the bus stop where I realized that the bus I was waiting for only runs during school holidays. I told myself it was ok because it was a vacation time. Another woman showed up and eased my fears until she mentioned taht sometimes that only refers to big holidays, like Christmas. So we stood there in the cold, rainy weather waiting for the bus. I was becoming anxious because I had 1/2 hr from the time the bus was scheduled to arrive back in Limoges to get across town to catch my train, the last of the evening. It was going to be tight. As teh bus time came and went I grew increasingly worried. Luckily it showed up about 5 minutes later. Due to the traffic, weather, and the fact that we hit every red light (of course!) we didn't get to Limoges until 6:13 (train leaves at 6:29). One of the passengers took me to the stop where I could catch a bus to the station. Of course, we just missed it, but another should be along any second...or 2 minutes later. I got off the bus at the indicated spot and didn't see the station anywhere. After a moment I recognized the intersection and with only 7 minutes to go i started to run, my body reminding me that I'm a swimmer, not a runner! 2 minutes later the station came into view and I was dodging cars like bullets as I tried not to slip on the wet cobblestone streets. I got to the train station, quickly verified what track and flew down the stairs just in time to see the train pulling into the station. I was out of breath, but on time. 2 minutes later and I would've been too late. I definately had a guardian angel looking after me!