Périgueux

I'll be walking around villages, visiting a few sites that I haven't seen, that I want to see before they close for the winter and probably eat too much.

If something happens in Perigueux on a Saturday, that's the big city around there, I'll go somewhere else.

You know, that's the thing about France.

There's always somewhere else to go.

So irresistibly were they drawn to each other that when they met, their earlier careers appeared as paths converging toward their union.

Michel de Montaigne succeeded his father at the court of Périgueux just before this court was merged with the one at Bordeaux.

When in September fifteen sixty-one Montaigne began his judicial functions in Bordeaux, La Boétie had already served the tribunal there for eight years.

It was natural for Montaigne, who was two years younger, to look up to the colleague whose tract on voluntary servitude he had already read in manuscript.

He worked as a, as, as what they called a magistrate, so a legal official.

First it was in a court, a nearby court in a town called Périgueux, that, that judged cases involving collection of taxes.

And then in, in Bordeaux, in, in, in, in, in the city's parliament, the, the kind of legislative, uh, uh, um, and, and, and court, um, body.

He was working in a fairly low-ranking chamber, and his job probably included drawing up written reports after studying witness accounts, um, in, in a, in a, in a claim and studying the pleas of the parties.