The first site this morning was the cliffside village of Rocamadour (Roc). The castle and chruch (not to mention the pubs and houses) seems to hang off the side of the mountain, while the fortress at the top of the cliff seemed to watch over the entire.
The main visit for the day was the quaint rejeuvenated village calle something Rouge (red). This sleepy town offered us the rest of the souvenirs we wanted. And best of all, we shared a picnic lunch with Valerie Allal, her husband and Lahouarie (sp?) adn daughter-in-law, Alison. Garry tried pate for the first time (me too). It was really good (strong, but pretty good). Especially yummy was Valerie's tabouleh (couscous salad).
All the walls and stones and bricks in the town are red. And there were tons of flowers in bloom in all varieties--and young grapes.
We got lost again this evening tryin gto find the "castle" we are sleeping in. But once here, we met back up with the bikers (who had gone to ride the Tourmalet).
This "castle" where we are sleeping tonight is actually a rickety old mansion from the 1800's. The rooms are nice. The grounds are big. But I wouldn't call it a castle. Even though it is "just" a country manor, it is still pretty great!
Garry played catch with the golden lab dog for a while. He really loves dogs like this one: big, friendly, fun. Who knew? (Not me.)
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