Month: September 2019
A second remarkable dinner
The cycle trip has finished and there is a certain warm glow and smugness in achieving 8 days of exercise. This my last supper at the Hostellerie De La Bouriane, Gourdon. It is silver service and the Maître D’ is dressed in a dinner suit and is obviously the ONLY member of staff on duty, indeed is the owner.
I have visions of the episode of “Fawlty Towers” in which Basil attempts a silver service dinner and predictably fails, not only because of Basil, but the chef was intoxicated or was the chef going out as it was previously his rostered night off?
I am reassured by the impressive olde world dining room and the menu, not to mention the Maître D’ who does appear to be in control, although it will be a long evening but worth the wait
This was quite a creation as the apparent mozzarella balls were in fact an iced sorbet like taste but with actual mozzarella.
Les Eyzies to Gourdon
The last day of a great 8 days of cycling with sublime weather and routes.
This final day was the longest following the valley with a few gentle climbs despite the fearsome elevation graph above. The maximum gain was only 150m.
There were 2 picturesque villages ( although all the villages could be so described) on the day
And here is a screen grab of the summary of the trip in total
but wait, there’s more, or as they say at an Apple event… “one more thing….”
here are the summaries of the activities for the week which include
Climbing (not riding but walking )
And finally heart rate
I think I need a beer
A pleasant circuit from Les Eyzies
The route was to La Roque St Christopher thence St Leon sur Vezere. Again a relatively early start with a brisk climb at the beginning, which of course meant a great descent on the return.
The route for the day
A fascinating education on cave dwelling in which for more than 20000 years humans and their ancestors carved villages out of the cliff face using the natural caves with modifications. It was primarily for security rather than to market penthouse dwellings!
One of the more fascinating pieces of history which caught my eye was the reign of Charles 111, King of West Francia from 879 to 929. He managed to father 6 daughters by his first marriage, a son by his second marriage and several “bastards” . He was affectionately called Charles the Simple, although obviously able to do more than simple arithmetic! Actually the French word was more literally translated as “straightforward”.
Britain will, in the near future, have its very own Charles the Simple.
The longest staircase carved out of a single piece of rock in all of Europe
La Roque-Gageac to Les Eyzies
Another beautiful day of “doable” cycling setting out a little before 9am with crisp, cool windless weather. Here is the route map:
I have a sense that almost all of these fairytale chateaus are privately owned and at least one of which I rode past, by a middle Eastern oil sheik. I don’t for one moment assume that it’s the only such one.
Josephine Baker was an Afro American singer and dancer who rose from poverty to become one of the most famous stars in the Paris music and vaudeville shows of the 30s and 40s. Equally famous for serving in the French resistance, sheltering people wanted by the Nazi and also after the war adopting 11 orphans from all parts of the world and espoused that great truism “all men are created equals” well before her time. She died penniless, so generous was she with her philanthropy that was forced to sell the chateau. Look her up on Google
Thus Romanesque church in St Cyprien once belonged to an Augustinian Abbey. Of course like all Roman Catholic Churches it had to have a “relic” and as Jesus’ foreskin had already been claimed, the Augustinian monks were quite circumspect about the dilemma and bid for a thorn from the crown. Being a frugal Order they were more than content with just one thorn. It was called the “Sainte Epine” or holy thorn! But there is more to this delicious story as it ( the thorn) had naturally miraculous powers and so sick pilgrims would flock to the church so that the Abbey would rub his thorn against the body of the sick!
The practice of rubbing a little prick against a parishioner’s body is still carried on to this day in some monasteries.
Eating at a Michelin Guide Restaurant
A delightful meal inclusive of the tour price! Eating at arguably the best restaurant in the Dordogne. The reviews in Trip Advisor certainly agreed.
I dined with the 3 Canadian women who are with same cycle company and whom I met at the outset but not quite the same itinerary. Good fortune had us arriving at La Roque-Gageac on the same day. It is the custom of these 3 travel companions to share a bottle of champagne at some stage and tonight I was part of the group so a bottle of the best quality Champagne was duly ordered and consumed.
Here is the menu of the chef for the season / which I chose although there was an a la carte option.
So the best for last..
La Belle Etoile Restaurant in La Roque-Gageac
Day trip from La Roque-Gageac
To begin, here is the route;
Note that at the stop over for lunch I obviously had too much Pate de Fois and had a mild degree of post prandial brain fog, so that I became disorientated and backtracked a few times .
The aim of the day was to cycle to and through the villages of Domme and Sarlat, which I did again on a beautiful sunny day and again with the mercury reaching 34 degrees.
Next the village of Sarlat-la-Canéda and I have well and truely ventured into a delightful medieval yellow limestone town, slowly smothering in the soot and fumes of tourist buses and motorised holiday vans and all I can say if September is the shoulder of the tourist season, I would hate to be here during the peak.
Finally on the return lap I thought I would cycle part of the Piste Cyclable – an old disused railway line, which starts in Sarlat and traverses about 30 km and is very reminiscent of the various cycle paths in SA.
However the start of the cycle path in Sarlat is not well sign posted! I went into the local bike shop on the Main Street and for all the good it did me asking for the “cycle path “ – I may have just as well asked for the local brothel!
Rocamadour to La Roque-Gageac
As is my custom, early to bed and early to rise…. absolutely necessary as the midday sun all this week will drive the temperature into the low 30s. Riding leisurely through cool hills and walnut plantations.
The countryside in France has a unique bouquet of sweetish new mown grass with an occasional tinge of manure finishing on the nose.
Today was not without incident as I broke the shaft of the rear derailleur, no mean feat in a brand new bike.
The Dordogne river
now follows a few pictures of La Roque-Gageac arguably “the prettiest village in France” nestled between the Dordogne river and the cliffs , indeed with houses built into them.
The small blip in the sky is a hot air balloon
A Day Cycle from Rocamadour
A delightful day of cycling through one of the most picturesque villages in all of France
This is the route and elevation screen grab:
(Incidentally the small red dog leg was NOT as you all assume, on past performances, a lost, vaguely disoriented monument , but a genuine diversion to the Gouffre de Padirac)
Food, Glorious Food
I make no apologies! I have an iPhone and food pics are the MOST common subject, followed by the dreadful “selfies”. I can honestly say I have never taken one!