![]() The views are gorgeous and the campground turns out to be too. Sunshine at last! And when we stop there’s the unmistakable scent of sage and rosemary, the classic aromas of “le Sud”. This time around however, we’re just passing through….Īs we motor south later that morning, the scenery starts to change.Ī few hours into the drive the clouds suddenly part and the landscape dries. It feels much like a mini-Paris with fabulous architecture and tons of stuff to see and do, a place that would certainly merit a longer stay. ![]() The next morning I do the same (in cloud unfortunately) enjoying a nice visit to the Grand Cathedral and through the pretty French city. After we’ve set-up Paul bikes in to see downtown, catching the last of the evening light. We stay at the Municipal Campground, a simple place with shaded sites located right by the river just ~2 km from downtown. By the time we make it to Orléans that evening we both feel like a zombies and can barely keep our eyes open. It’s stressful and exhausting, with stop and go for many km around the massive périphérique (ring road). Next we head to Orléans, which ends up being a loooooong drive around the craziness of Paris. We stay at the Municipal Campground in Orléans It’s a fab few days and feels awesome to reconnect. So, rather than sightsee we just spend the next few days with our friend chilling, swimming and eating. He’s close to Brussels which is an awesome town, but also one we know intimately well. We decide to stop in Belgium first, to see an old friend and work colleague from our time living there back in the day. We make 2 stops on the ~1200 km drive to to Rocamadour There’s ~1,200 km between our last stop in Giethoorn (Netherlands) and Rocamadour (France), so in our usual slo-mo style we make a few stops along the way. We’re about to find out… A hot air balloon rises early AM in the cliff city of Rocamadour As Usual, We Make a Few Stops Along The Way Rocamadour would certainly deliver for me, but would I manage to do the same for her? ![]() I was excited to see it, but also eager to try and capture it in photos, a challenge that’s always extra hard in places of exceptional beauty. It’s a place I’ve wanted to visit for oh-so-long, a sacred pilgrimage site, a city of 126 miracles (or so it’s been written), and a spot so spectacular it’s incredible to think that it was almost abandoned and lost to ruins. Do you ever get that too?īut this leg of our trip is epic, a final highlight that shines with a beacon all its own. It’s one of the reasons I write a blog, as sometimes things will come back to me as I see the pics and read my own stories, feelings that I didn’t even know I felt at the time. These past months have been packed with new & cool experiences, but after a while travel like that all starts to blur together too. The end of our trip is here now and it feels bittersweet. We’ve made it back to France! Full circle from a few months ago, a time that seems long and yet short at the same time. The Cliff City Of Rocamadour – Dordogne, France ![]()
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