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IMAGE IS NOT A PICTURE
Limousin, a narre that rings so prettily, that all believe
they know it.
There are those who imagine it from pre conceived ideas.
And there are those who know, because they have lived there,
to the rythm of nature, and the rythm of their passions. Recause
the Limousin is a region to be lived.
Through the will of the men who animate, respect and protect
it, this land of water, wood and Pire, that has become a place
of holiday, remains a land of discovery and adventure. Located
on the road of the sun, facing sunset, it unfolds in green
vales, grooved by streams and rivers, inhabited by red cocas
and horses, with a host of sites, vestiges, and activities
sufficient to write the History of France, part and present.
For today as yesterday, the Limousin lives with ils times without
becoming corrupt: Limoges exports its porcelains and enamels;
Aubusson teaches tapestry to the Japanese; the stone carvers
work with laser, the only French school to train the "greens" gardners
is in Neuvic the gold mines compete with the uranium mines;
the tout rivers would set an lrishman dreaming; sheep wander
amongst the golfplayers; clouds of windsurfs cover the surface
of the lakes with iridescence; children, drunk with light and
pure air, walk along the paths in total freedom... And to tell
of the gentleness and the pleasures of living there in all
seasons, the Limousin is not afraid to use the language of
telematics and computerized pictures !