Now where was I?
In real life I am 6 hours away from getting on the dreaded long haul back to Australia (with no offer of an upgrade, sadly). In Blogland I have just left Bordeaux. Off to Sarlat. (Pronounced Se’lah. Remember the French don’t waste time saying the last letter of most words.)
Yet another new favourite! I want to return here. It is divine!
Except for the two main food ingredients – duck and walnut. I’ve never liked these. OK, maybe I should have tried duck here, but I didn’t. Maybe a reason to return? Walnuts, I just don’t like at all.
Sarlat is a medieval walled city. We joined the throng of tourists to wander the town and have lunch. (I wanted a repeat of the beautiful Rocamadour toasted with honey lunch I had in Dinan. It wasn’t as nice here – the cafe was too touristy to take the same level of care, but it was OK.
What to do after lunch? Why, more walking around the old part of town, of course.
As you’d expect in a touristy place, there are plenty of shops with knick knacks to look at. I bought a cheap and very soft cardigan to replace the one I lost in Dinan. Mr S admired all the knives in the numerous knife shops. I had to physically restrain him from buying one. He has enough and imagine getting it in through customs – I think some are banned in Australia. (The lack of health and safety laws here is worthy of its own post.)
But there’s also plenty of “real” shops and food stalls, especially on the Saturday markets. We bought a punnet of strawberries, the like of which I have never tasted in Australia. Mr S bought some olives and semi-dried tomatoes. Heaven!
Enter these massive doors to the inside markets, which also fill the streets and the square.
When we arrived we needed to find parking where we could leave our car for three nights. Turns out paid parking has a limit of several hours. But the free parking, which is just as close to the centre of the walled city, has no time limit. Go figure! So if you drive to Sarlat, use the free parking near the park.
As well as being touristy (understandable given the beauty), there’s also plenty of English residing in the area – so you hear English spoken a lot. I still got to practice my French a bit – especially with the waiter at dinner and with the lady who showed us into our AirBnB apartment. One of the waiters spoke English; he had spent time in Australia which he loved. The AirBnB lady had very little English, so it was good I had very little French. Together it amounted to a satisfactory level of understanding between us.
And our apartment? Right in the centre of the walled city, overlooking restaurants, including the one we ate at. It was spacious and tasteful.
That’s our lounge room window. I took the photo while sitting at the restaurant, where we ate the yummy food below.
Oops. Forgot to take a photo before I tucked in.
After dessert, I walk around town is needed.
The staircase. All these stairs are keeping me fit.
View from my bedroom window where I spotted this cat.
Three nights here definitely wasn’t enough.
Is the thought of sitting here in a cafe in the centre square calling you?