Driving through more breathtaking mountain landscapes we were amazed to find a campsite nestled in a small valley. As we parked the farmer was herding his dairy cows through the area and the noise made by the bells they wore sounded like giant wind chimes.
Even though we were still 40 minutes from the Swiss border there was a small chapel (image at top of post) and a Swiss restaurant 100m up the road and Deb was hanging out for a cheese fondue, unfortunately it wasn't the best but the sausage & onions made up for it.
The week or so we took to drive from Madrid to the Spanish Mediterranean coast was very pleasant with some ever-changing landscapes but nothing too dramatic. Of the small towns we visited en-route we stopped at Toledo & Cuenca. Having felt like we have visited every church ever made it was only fair to visit the two remaining medieval Spanish synagogues in Toledo (apart from the small one in Cordoba mentioned in a previous post).
Seville being our first stop back in Spain I was expecting a city that, like most others, had developed itself into the 21st century at a cost to it's heritage but I was soon proven wrong. As we approached the old quarter the crowds started to thicken and an exciting vibe filled the air.
200 kilometers NE of Lisbon, Castelo De Vide was a breath of fresh air. A tiny town only 20k from the Spanish border whose attractions boasted of castle ruins, a juderia (old Jewish quarter), old synagogue (converted to museum), church and a fountain.
Entering the home of port was both unnerving & amazing. The first because it was a large city whose steep, narrow streets were filled with busy traffic but amazing because R.A.L.F. had taken us to an Aire that was just across the Douro from the old town that was perched up high glowing brightly in the afternoon sunshine.
As the last post was rather large you are getting off light this time. The landscape is no less beautiful and the villages no less quaint but seriously, how much of this stuff can a guy take.
The drizzle had given way to a downpour the day we visited Sarlat, but this did not take away any of the charm on offer in this great town. The afternoon was spent browsing the shops whose specialty was 'foi de gras cunnard' (duck pate to you lot).
Immediately after crossing into Brittany we came to the town of St. Malo. Unfortunately by now I have run out of superlatives so suffice to say our day spent walking the old streets and perusing the many shops was fantastic.
I'd like to start this post with a little housekeeping. The GPS has been named R.A.L.F. (retired Aussies loving France) and the motorhome, after visiting the Bayeux Tapestry, is now called Norman (click the link if you don't get the connection).