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a rock bridge on the Ardeche river |
There was a folk song in the sixties, perhaps by Pete Seeger, about the phenomenon of post war suburbia, with a chorus that went something like
“Little boxes, little
boxes and they’re all made out of ticky tacky
Yes they’re all made
out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
There’s a green one
and a yellow one and a red one and a blue one
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Cirq-Lapopie |
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Rocamadour |
The pale colours of the stone buildings of Rocamadour and Cirq-Lapopie give them a cheerful appearance as you wander through the tiny streets of the first, set into a gorge, and the second, sitting brightly at the top of one.
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Minas at the lower gate of Cirq-Lapopie |
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Rocamadour from across the gorge |
Each area has a different roof design from pointy to rounded to slanted. There are turrets and gables and overhangs and ells. They use different materials from clay to schist to slate and all of these have different colours. The effect is both picturesque and distinguishing.
One of my favourite villages is Coulonges La Rouge where the houses are all built of red stone and the effect is truly worthy of a fairy tale movie set.
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the auberge in Coulonges La Rouge |
Even the road up to the village is asphalted in red.
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a street in Coulonges La Rouge |
The grey stones of the Knights of Malta crusader village of Salers give a somber and serious feel to the town. It is one of the few villages not built around the church.
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just off the upper square in Salers |
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old door of Salers |
Some of the original nail-studded doors still exist and this adds a particular charm to this village which is set high in the hills with commanding views over the surrounding valleys.
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the view of the valley just before reaching Salers |
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the cobbles of Albi |
I love the villages that still have the original cobble stone streets, although these are few in number but some of the old towns have kept the oldest medieval sections as shopping areas with no cars allowed which is particularly enjoyable and they have often restored the streets to their original look.
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pebble mosaic floor in St. Julien basilica, Brioude |
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an entry gate at Conques |
Wherever you go there are stone ruins being renovated into holiday homes or bed and breakfast places. We have stayed in several of these and the message is always the same: “It takes a lot more money than you would ever think.”
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renovated house in Salers |
But wouldn’t you just love to restore this ruin to its former glory?
This rocky central area of France has a plethora of caves that have been used since prehistoric times. When we were staying overnight in Cabrerets, where the houses are built right into the rock falaise, we were only 3 kilometres from Pech Merle, a cave famous for its prehistoric paintings.
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cave paintings of Pech Merle |
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the famous horses of Pech Merle |
Because you are not allowed to take pictures, I bought a few postcards so that I could share some of the cave paintings.
From Pech Merle we coasted back down to the river Cếnế for another lovely river ride into Figeac. There is no question that I love the river rides as there is always something to see, life to look at, farms to ride past. We have seen a lot of rivers: the Rhone, the Ardeche, the Allier, the Lot, the Cếnế, the Dordogne, and the Hereault.
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a village on the Lot |
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Castres |
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time to leave the river |
But no matter how much I enjoy the river valleys, I eventually have to get out of them by cycling uphill and into the next valley or further up and into the mountains once more.
We have done some challenging mountain roads in recent days. From Salers at 934 metres, we rode uphill, constantly battling a fierce headwind, to first the Col de Neronne at 1242 metres
and then further up until the road became between 10% and 15% grade and I could no longer cycle.
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my walking road |
past the patches of snow,
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snow at the edge of the road |


That was quite the day!
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view back up when we had come down out of the severe wind |
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We are travelling, my dear., and see it is going down now. |
And the meal of the week comes from Allee desVignes in Cajarc where we had a lovely lunch after a short and early ride. We had time for a shower and a change into decent clothes before our “bistronomique” (their term) lunch. When the chef/owner comes out and proposes his menu du jour and a wonderful Cahors wine to go with it and the storm is raging outside, well…. You just go with it and settle into a wonderful few hours of tastes and flavours.
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a different lunch in Rocamadour |
It was a great way to spend a rainy Saturday afternoon.
Cheers until next time!