I was able to buy delicious olives, freshly picked nuts, fermier cheese (farmer made), Cahors wine, fresh veggies and melons, and of course freshly baked bread and croissants. My mouth waters just writing and remembering the torrent of flavors! I cooked every night and enjoyed marvelous wine. Since it rained 5 of the 7 days I was at the villa, I read loads of books and watched several movies and basically chilled out. Being on the road for so long, this was an absolute haven for my body, mind and soul. With every day being a flurry of activity and my brain filling with information of every sort, this was a chance to sit back and do next to nothing for an entire week. I enjoyed cooking again, and when the weather was fine I took a walk to the village of Bouzies, and up the hill towards St. Cirq Lapopie, overlooking the River Lot, the limestone walls of its banks and farmer's fields. A fantastic time in an area where time almost stands still. The locals were extremely friendly and welcomed my attempts at conversing en Francais. I will come back to this area again, as without a car it is challenging to get to all the regionīs nooks and crannies. I was able to sightsee by bus, going to the medieval town of Figeac as well, which was fantastic with its winding streets and delicious fare.
I had a delicious white wine recommended by my waiter, who knew that I did not want a sweet white with dinner. I had the Tariquet, and made it a point to write it down so I could order it again later. The Lot region had much to see, smell, taste and do. J'adore France.
It took a crazy route to get here, but what a delicious experience, having a French villa all to myself in the gorgeous South West of la belle France. From Prague, to Milan, to Brussels then finally to Toulouse, I take an hour train ride to Cahors (pronounced Ka - hor) with the emphasis on the Ka and that great French "h") Try it!! I spent a week at a villa I learned about from a fantastic Australian couple who I met in Andalsnes, Norway. They were riding across Europe on their motorbike, and they hooked me up with the villa's owner. Two months later I arrived to find a wonderful, charming home that was an old farmhouse in the tiny village of St. Gery. On the Lot River, this village had a market every Sunday, where I bought my week's worth of groceries.