Le Terminus des Pelerins Rocamadour

... chocolate when the rain started again.

Most of the time though there was a break in the rain when we were out and about.

On the way back to Scoobs we met another Campervaning couple and exchanged stories and tips.

Wow, it's all going on here :)

... some way off and enjoyed the view as we walked the 1km to the top...

By the time we made it to the bottom the heavens had opened. An extremely rude little man told us off for standing under some shelter in the street but out the front of his shop. I just laughed and then ignored him which made him furious... serves him right ...

Beaulieu-sur-Dordogne... Literally translates to beautiful place, which is the prefect description for this little village nestled on the Dordogne River. We found a fab parking spot for the night right on the rivers edge next to a cute little cottage with purple painted ...

Another pretty little village this time famous for its red brick houses. A little more life than the last few villages and even a few shops open, one of which specialised in foie gras. As this is foie gras territory we did as the locals do and bought ourselves some which we will enjoy one night with one of the remaining bottle of champagne we still have in Scooby.

We left the bordeaux region today for the dordogne valley - the ancient town of Sarlat - waaaay medieval-
I've determined that there is not enough of france to walk in to justify the amount of food we've been eating...oof. We havent even had any pastries or creme brulee we're so full from lunch and dinner!
we"ll post more in the matin!
Bonne Nuit!

... a wine common in the region - decent, but last night's wine was better. Once again, I ate too much and was full to the point of popping, once again. My eyes were way bigger than my stomach tonight, as I opted for a five course meal! Foie gras is made by force feeding geese and duck, so that their livers become enlarged. After so much gorging in Sarlat, how big has my liver become? Big enough for Hannibal Lecter to eat with "fava beans, and a nice chianti"?

... perfect meal, but it was getting there - I think a perfect meal would be beyond comprehension, and I'm not even sure how it would be achieved. Maybe it'd be possible with a beautiful woman to dine with ... perhaps a Londoner, originally from Australia ...

So full ... I walked around a bit, but being small, there isn't a whole lot to see in Sarlat. Plus, the pastis and wine were starting to hit me - time for the king to retire to the castle for the evening.

... We took an elevator down about 10 flights of stairs into a giant green hole, then continued walking down another 3 flights of stairs into the actual cave. After walking through the wide cave with a river running beside us, we ended at an area where we boarded small fishing type row boats with handsome young men standing behind us, telling us about the cave in French and paddling the boat down the river about 500 meters. We passed by a large chandelier ...

... summit of the cliff stands the château built in the Middle Ages to defend the sanctuaries. Below the churches is a never ending line of shops and restaurants which have to be there to serve the 1 million summer visitors. It is a stunning town in an amazing location. Monday 7 and Tuesday 8 April We have cruised around the Dordogne Valley taking in the picture postcard villages comprising tiny, charming cottages that look more like doll's houses ...

Upon leaving my lovely villa, I returned to a charming, affordable hotel near the train station in Cahors, and explored that medieval town of 21,000 a bit better. The cathedrals, the 700 year old fortified Pont Valentre, and more winding streets, farmers markets and promenades along the Lot in the warm summer sun made for a delightful August.