We slept almost too well – didn’t get up until 10:30, unheard of for us. But it felt great, really have not had any jet lag effects – we work at this for a couple of weeks before leaving – changing meal times to be closer to our destination and waking up (even if temporarily) at or nearer the time we would be at the destination.
So breakfast was really more like brunch and many restaurants don’t open for breakfast so the one we found was not open for food but just coffee – we saw that at several. But one of the three employees at the one we ate at finally agreed they would serve us. They had omelets so we pretended it was still breakfast…
Then we decided to walk around Sarlat.
Sarlat-la-Canéda most probably developed around a Benedictine community which settled in this remote place in the early 9th century, safe from marauding Vikings. It has been a walled city for centuries – it is known that the wall was reinforced in 1340 but not when it was originally built. The old city has an amazing collection of medieval and Renaissance buildings built of golden limestone in very good repair. Narrow streets go every which way and it would be easy to get lost except the main street, Rue de la Republique, bisects it into two and is the only street cars are allowed on (I think not even that street has cars in summer when there are many tourists).
The old wall still exists in several areas.
As well as some towers and passages (entrances) to the city
Cute little restaurants are everywhere.
This town is seriously so perfect – the only one that compares is Rothenburg on der Tauber in Germany. You could take pictures all day – I did take a few but will only post some.
Biggest door I’ve seen – not sure what this is exactly – according to the historical plaque this was first a 14th century church, Sainte Marie, later taken over in the Revolution and used as a Hotel des Postes and then abandoned. Now used for expositions.
World War II memorial to those who died in the town, in the resistance and in concentration camps.
The local little grocery store had a lot of cookies from Europe and just one familiar to all Americans...
So on to a beer before dinner at a local very tiny brewery run by Patrice.
Then off to dinner at Le Quatre Saisons