Lucy Sieger, poet, arrives in Auvillar, at Maison V, 2009.

My favorite city is not a city, it's a tiny village with 900 inhabitants--more a large family than a  metropolis.  It's Auvillar, where I go to commune with the poplars and the Garonne River, to interact with my dear friends the villagers, who are so welcoming.  I go to eat well (the crepes, the olives, the prosciutto), where the wine makes me swoon.  The place is laced with poems--they are everywhere, and when I go there I sing, I wrap myself in the cloth of poetry, there are songs in the air and in the walking sticks tapping on the sacred pilgrimage ground.  The water is clear, clean, and refreshes deeply.

400 fleeing German Jews, mostly teenagers, were hidden and saved in Auvillar and the vicinity.  Is that not reason enough to choose this village? 

I'll be going back, May 17-24.   Come with me!   http://www.vcca.com/kallet.html/