I popped into eleclerc with the boys on the way home and Rémy needed some school bits, we were talking in our usual Franglish when I heard a mum and daughter doing the same. Being my normal gobby self I started a chat and some of the details started ringing a bell and I asked if she’d posted on here and it turns out she had! It was @massartemma who had posted earlier in the year about schools in Bergerac. She has taken my number and we are going to meet up for a coffee after Christmas! 
. What are the chances,?
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Well actually pondered on this, our kids are at the same school and this is the nearest shop so maybe not so bad a chance
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Yes, but still…. To be on SF and in the same LeClerc (or eLeClerc? sorry), at the same time. I agree, what are the chances. Cool!
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Is that the Leclerc on the Perigueux road? They have done it up I think, it used (25 years ago) to have an awful smell. Very handy for St Front as is the Lidl 
even closer.
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St. Front is where I live, not the cathedral, obviously. 
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This is a school in Berg called Ste Marthe-St Front, universally known as St Front.
So that is 3 uses I know, strange for a word that translates into English as forehead. 
I do have one of those, but am obviously not a saint. 
Hagiographie
Jusqu’au VIIIe siècle, Front de Périgueux est un personnage légendaire. Durant ce siècle est écrite sa première hagiographie, un récit fusionnant la vie de deux saints : Front, l’ermite du Périgord et un moine d’Égypte, saint Fronton de Nitrie[2].
Selon de pieuses légendes, Frontonis ou Frontus serait né à Lanquais, en Gaule et aurait fait des études de lettres en Périgord en s’intéressant particulièrement aux psautiers[2]. Opprimé par un praeses [Quoi ?]dénommé Squirius, il aurait été évincé de la région et serait parti pour l’Égypte puis pour Rome[2]. Il y aurait fait la rencontre de saint Pierre, apôtre et aurait été ordonné prêtre[2]. Il aurait été envoyé à Périgueux, accompagné par soixante-dix disciples[2].
Ses reliques reposèrent jusqu’en 1575 dans ce qui est devenu la cathédrale Saint-Front à Périgueux[4]. À cette date, les Huguenots s’en emparent, les transportent au château de Tiregand à Creysse puis les jettent dans la Dordogne[5].
Considéré de tout temps comme « l’évangélisateur du Périgord », Saint-Front est encore aujourd’hui célébré par l’Église[2].
Une douzaine de communes ou d’anciennes communes françaises portent le nom
Ah, thank you, that explains alot, I didn’t know that and often wondered at the origins. You may have settled another puzzle too. The clinique, or recovery home, where my friend Christine is at the moment is called Pierre de Brantome, and she remarked to me that she didn’t know if that was a stone or a person.
I will pass it on.
He was a writer who wrote some racy-ish stuff, his actual name was Pierre de Bourdeilles known as Brantôme
I’ll pass that on too, I have already sent your last post to her, she will enjoy reading it because she reads and speaks French fluently, only her accent is legendary.
Would I be in error making a connection between ‘racey-ish stuff’ and Bourdeilles (Bordello)? 
Oooh now that would be interesting - Bourdeilles is a village but perhaps it was notorious for its brothels. I’ll have a look 
Well it was looking promising, the name comes from the Occitan Bordelha but alas Borde or Bordelha just means house or houses, originally (hence the nudge nudge wink wink house being the whorehouse I suppose). Your demeure is just where you stay (and why demeuré is an insult, you stayed intellectually like an infant)
I’m sure the closeness of the word adds a little extra smidge of raciness though
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Have you never made the connection before? First thing I thought of when I encountered it.
Not that I know anything about the subject of course.
Probably would have sniggered in the car with daughters if we’d ever been nearby - we also very childishly snigger at a place near us called Mescoules aka mes couilles
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I’m far too innocent, or English, to make that connection, and, in any case inappropriate for you and your daughters. 
On another post, I mentioned that I lived near Twickenham Rugby Ground and I had a PM from @KarenLot saying she knew the area.
So it turned out that at some time in our lives Karen and I have lived within walking distance of each other. And I ended my message by saying ‘Small World’.
I wonder how many other people on this site actually know each other without knowing they know each other! 
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@Corona and I have lived in roughly similar areas, though possibly not as close as that.
I lived in W. London when at college, but that was before you were all born which is why we have never met.
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Before Covid a facebook group was attempting to organise a school reunion. I replied saying that I now lived in France, as did another person. Although we had not known each other at school it turns out we were in the same year at school and now lived less than 5km from each other. We now meet regularly for a coffee and chat.
In addition, her brother and my brother still live in the same little town in Kent and knew each other too.
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A couple of years ago I was stood outside the arrivals area at Bordeaux airport (the Billi terminal for those who know it), as a friend was visiting us from the UK. Said friend has previously lived in France when she was younger but moved back about 15 years ago.
Anyway, it was fairly crowded so I hanged around as close to the exit as possible, so my friend would see me. However, unbeknownst to me, I happened to stand next to her ex-next door neighbour, who was there collecting someone arriving on the same flight. They’d not seen each other since she moved away but instantly recognised each other. The words small and world were mentioned many times that day!
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