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.
Domme means dome – the village is indeed perched on a mountain
A typical street really in any French village perched on a hill.
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.
The lunch time Pate de Fois that I convinced contributed to brain fog
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!
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.
Adelaide has “The Reisling Trail”, the Dordogne has the “Nut Route”
The countryside in France has a unique bouquet of sweetish new mown grass with an occasional tinge of manure finishing on the nose.
The beginning of the elevation looks daunting but notice it darts at about 300 and is then downhill
Today was not without incident as I broke the shaft of the rear derailleur, no mean feat in a brand new bike.
For the unitiated, the black dangling thing should be attached to the rear axle
A “Romanesque” church
The gardens of the Castle la Treyne – now a hotel
The monastery of the town of Souillac
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
Fried Pate de Fois and mushrooms , swimming to the point of drowning