What an awful night’s sleep in such an idyllic setting. The trouble with parking under trees, as we should realise by now, is that even when it stops raining, the water carries on dripping in heavy drops on the roof of our tin can.
After a misty start, Guy managed to get one more photo of Collonges and a Nuthatch, but had to ditch his Woodpecker pic …just wasn’t good enough! 🙄
We set off for Rocamadour just as the heavens opened again. There are so many beautiful places in this area and we only ever seem to fit in two at a time.
Rocamadour was one of those “wow” places. I think because we were parked quite a way from the town, we appreciated it more as we had views of it all the way in and out.
The little town, Chapelle Notre-Dame, and the ancient ramparts are all impossibly set into a cliff face.
I think in some ways, we were lucky today, as there was hardly anyone around and everywhere was closed. No crowds to battle through.
We climbed the many steps up to the chapel to see the 12th century Black Madonna who apparently works miracles. She was very small and didn’t seem to be doing any miraculous stuff today….although, maybe she helped us up to the top of the ramparts passing by the twelve stations of the cross.
All in all a lovely place though, we really enjoyed it.
Stopped at Lidl for some bread for lunch, then on south to Cahors.
Not sure what we were expecting from this place, but we’re a little non-plussed by it. Got nice parking facing the river – the city is on a peninsular surrounded by the Lot. There’s a lovely old fourteenth century bridge (Pont Valentré) on the western side and a cathedral in the old town, but aside from that, not much else. The local red wine probably deserves a mention though! 🍷😋
