Montignac to Sarlat de Caneda

Lightness of being..today with the help of a burley Montignac postie we sent home all of our camping gear. We are again each down to two rear panniers. Yay. The climate is cooling rapidly max 14 and is no longer the season to exercise my aunt.

The day was mostly forest so with attention we managed to avoid the Michelin chevrons (indicating variously sweat, tears, stroke territory). We dodged by way of red roads and river sides our way through unremarkable forest and fortified chateau to Sarlat de caneda . A friendly hotel with a bath (lukewarm however) and an afternoon sleep reassemble our humours.

Free net in the bar seems to be the go while all about is medieval village, Alienor of Aquitane's troubador world of old.