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). Now those of you married to a Lewin know that the family was cursed somewhere back in the dark ages and consequently they are thrown into orgasmic lust at the mere whiff of duck in the oven. So I had no chance when we started perusing the menus on parade outside of each restaurant and found duck was almost the only dish being served in the entire village. (Even I enjoyed it)
Next we headed to a passion (farm stay) that was only 2km from our next call at St Emilion near Bordeaux. As May 1st was a public holiday we weren’t sure whether the vineyard we were heading for would be open and indeed when we arrived their car park was absolutely full. While we were pondering where else we might go the owner came out and informed us they were having an open wine tasting with several wines from the region on offer and we were more than welcome to come in and join the party. We managed to find enough english speakers to get us sozzled and after purchasing some souvenirs we bedded down for the night.
St Emilion is not for the feint-of-pocket and from the moment we entered the village you could sense this was not just another town.
Entering the town we were once again in awe of the ancient buildings & narrow cobblestone streets, but unlike other villages the buildings here appeared new. The sandstone blocks absolutely glowed and the streets were spotless. It was fast approaching lunchtime and the crowds were migrating out of the numerous wine & food tasting venues and filling up the multitude of restaurants that filled the plazas and every hole-in-the-wall.
St Jean-de-Luz was to be our last stop in western France and we setup in a caravan park high on a cliff overlooking a rocky beach just outside the beachside resort town. The next day we trekked the 2km along the coastal cliffs into town and strolled the beach promenade and pedestrian malls.
By looking at the overlay below you can see we have already driven from Tennant Creek to just north of Ceduna
For those interested in seeing the flying highlights video so far just click the following link.
Enough of the wine, time now for Sangria so it’s onto Spain…hola!