Wonderfully Lost, Again

Kathy and Mom shopped in Sarlat in the morning while I stayed in to write. After they'd made their purchases, they swung by the house to pick me up and we all went back to Sarlat for lunch at an outdoor brasserie. Again, our meal was not what we were expecting. Our "well-done" burgers were completely raw inside. We have a lot to learn about ordering food in France.

Before leaving Sarlat, we stopped at a Coiffier to make an appointment for Kathy to get her hair cut so she can say she flew to France to get her hair done.

Outside an ancient church, we came upon a quaint fountain. It was a hot day and I bent down to take a sip. Kathy and Mom both gasped and screamed, "No!" It was too late. It probably wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done, but it was very cold and quenched my thirst.

We decided to find the brocante in a nearby town that our neighbor, Margot, had told us about. of course...Ferme' (closed) So frustrating, but we took down the phone number to make an appointment. Oh, how I am going to like this place. We walked around outside looking at the massive rusty iron gates and huge chandeliers that surely must have been in a castle at one time.

Then once again, we chose to have one of our wonderfully lost adventures, this time aided by our sometimes friend, the GPS lady. We asked her to search for nearby attractions and she led us to a couple of beautiful old churches.

We happened upon a lovely castle, high upon a hill with cows and sheep roaming around it. It was a privately owned home, so we appreciated it from afar.

On the way home, we stopped at a gift shop in one of the small towns. The shopkeepers were so kind, offering to take our pictures though they didn't speak any English at all. Through hand gestures and smiles, we strangers from different lands figured it out together. Just another sweet moment with the lovely French people.

Further along, we began looking for a restaurant. We saw a sign for dinner in a chateau and drove down the tree lined driveway. After parking our car, we walked through a large iron gate to enter into a manicured garden. After looking at the limited menu and seeing nothing that Mom and I could eat and with prices at $84 euros per entree, we decided to pass. We felt bad because several of the staff came out to meet us. We chose to eat in St. Cyprien at a pizza place that we had been told about. Delicious!