Yesterday we awoke at the Lion d'Or hotel to find that the Gramat market was held that day. After perusing the wares and observing the locals we set sail for Rocamadour, a short 10 mins drive. The church and protecting fort were built into the side of a cliff in the 13th century. We walked the village and climbed the pilgrim steps to the church. The architecture and feat of building into the stone is amazing. We later stopped for lunch while we waited for some shops to open after their customary lunch closing, the first we observed in France. On a terrace overlooking the Dordogne valley, famous for its foie gras, I decided now was the time to indulge in this delicacy. I've had foie gras with other dishes but never on its own. Needless to say 20 euro doesn't get you a whole lot of foie gras, but the surroundings more than made up for it. And when the waitress brought a bottle instead of glasss of wine, I surely couldn't correct her. After Rocamadour we punched San Sebastian in to Sally, our GPS, and decided to Usain Bolt right out of France and over to Spain.
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