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Day 24 - Sunday, 28th September, 2014
I got up fairly early today and whilst Gilly and Les were having a coffee at the hotel, I went and took some more photo's of Cahors. The town really is beautiful and I will definitely come back here in the near future.
I had a bit of a disaster in the car park on my return. While Gilly and Les …
... the same meal as us but also had the full carafe of wine - and then drove off!!!!
The roads were good again - the French drivers although manic in towns always pull over to enable bikers to pass them!
Before arriving at Limoges we visited the historical town of Oradour-sur-Glane we got chatting there to a French Biker who had visited England the ...
... needed to be recognised and the people of this village remembered. To preserve the memory of this drama the martyr village of Oradour sur Glane has been preserved in the same state since 1944. We wandered through the village and it is a sad place to be. In the cemetery you find many of the men, women and children who died on that day buried here. It was sobering to see and everyone was very quiet as they walked the streets. The germans were going to try the men ...
... you walk. We stopped once at a café for tea and coffee and again
later in the day for lemonade, which was very pleasant, but there was nothing leisurely
Both the men are very nice, and they made pleasant
conversation. They both speak English, but one speaks English a little better
than the other. I could have sworn that they were both in their late 40’s,
which only shows what a poor judge of age that I am. One is 60 ...
... thanked her before leaving the church and then the town. I saw a pilgrim in town a few blocks away who looked pretty lost, so I called to him and pointed out the trail. He nodded and continued on ahead, walking much faster than me. About 4km later, I saw him walking towards me at a crossroads. He had again been lost, and had to retrace his steps. I had actually met him once before when we shared lodgings in Benevent, and I knew that he spoke English quite well. ...