Waking to cold mists and omniscient dreams,( I imagined large crows scratching at paper ceilings and then sitting upon my chest) we decided to conclude the foie gras route and indulge ourselves as planned with a quick burst of spanish and witness the work of heroes Antonioni G and El Greco in Barcelona after initially presuming them out of reach through time constraint and the striking pensioners.
The mist lifted as we walked our bikes through steep but gorgeous country( literally farmer girl) and retraced our pedals to Sarlat station to find ourselves waiting in the thin and slowly befogged sunshine for 3 hours reading books and lunching on crispy bread grapes and h'uil olive, nutella spread on abricots and bio oranges.
The bus proved slow and amazingly balanced as it slipped over narrow bridges and crept under small archways.
The train was fast and free as it swept past Semillion the unesco heritage village.
We were welcomed back to the faisan in Bordeaux and had our room upgraded to celebrate again for free.
The cycling is lovely along the dordogne and the vezere and yet the context, history or art or ancient culture needs to be equally so to derive the best experiences/,,,,,the font de gaume creatures licking each other was a highlight...for us both..
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