So a pretty damp and coolish walk along the Vezere with loud birds for company under colossal lowering cliffs of limestone we are relieved to be away from cities.
The next musee is closed until two, our siesta sweet and warm.
The national musee dedicated to les Moustier is grand and absolutely filled with millions of small flint flakes and bones and vaguely scratched rocks and more bones. Cro magnon man waves his arms on the roof again under a lowering sky of limestone mixed with rain.
We try the Tourisme office for Internet and are told of the Hotel Centenaire..(.in fact we are rung ahead for introductions) and upon arrival find a $200 a night palace with trees growing inside and grand pianos everywhere...we declare our touriste office credentials and are whisked inside to a great salle de reste with free internet and 15 euros drinks and endlesspiped guttural jazz pianists. Very swish.
Tomorrow an attempt with full bikes to see the wonderful poly chromatic bulls of Font de gaume and perhaps even Montignac only 27ks away.
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