Yesterday Sally took us on a day-long tour. We began with a 1.5 hour drive basically along the River Lot, through Cahors, and then over to the town of Cabrerets. This is the location of Pech Merle, one of the renowned prehistoric caves in France. Pech Merle is known for the paintings of spotted horses and people and it didn’t disappoint. However, photos are not permitted, so you will have to take my word for it and visit their web site. The cave itself is as interesting as the paintings due to the magnificent formations of calcite. There are the usual stalactites and stalagmites, but also huge discs, small “pearls”, and translucent sheets that look a bit like streaky bacon. It is a veritable wonderland underground. It is no wonder that our ancestors chose this place in which to draw.
Following our tour of the cave we drove to Saint-Cirq LaPopie, a beautiful medieval village set high on a cliff above the Lot River.
This town drew post-Impressionists like Henri Martin and was the home of French poet and founder of surrealism Andre Breton as well as communist writer and politician Charles Rappoport. We had lunch at a wonderful little hotel/restaurant,Le Sombral. Sally had their special lamb, Jean the cheese plate, and I had the duck, including foie gras and jambon de canard – duck ham. One of the adventures of travel is to eat local delicacies. We were not disappointed. Jean and I also had glasses of Chateau Eugenie, a Cahors wine that was wonderful!
After lunch we strolled through the narrow ancient lanes along the steep hillside. The entire town is like a museum with few people living in the village year round. Houses and shops are only open for the tourist season. We were fortunate to meet Danielle Mary, a wonderful painter. We enjoyed talking about art and painting together. Take a look at her website: D. Mary.
Saint-Cirq-Lapopie would be an interesting place to visit in the off season. On this visit, however, the rain began to fall and we abbreviated our walk to return to the car park and drive home. When the sun shone briefly we took a little detour to a picturesque village, St. Vincent, to grab some quick photos. This charming village lies on a small stream just a few hundred meters from its confluence with the Lot.
The main storm arrived just as we were eating dinner in Sally’s kitchen. Wind, rain, and hail pelted us all night.