Tuesday 2nd April
Oh to be in the Dordogne, where every day there is a market somewhere. Today was one of my favourites, Miramont, which is the nearest reasonable sized town. It is a bit shabby, a bit commercial, a bit hustly-bustly, but the market is good. It extends right round the square and through roads out in all directions, it is far less touristy and more for the locals.
We also took in Duras, which is a lovely town up on a hill with a chateau we have never found open before, but today it was and we gave it a look. It had been unoccupied and derelict after the war, and was taken over by the Commune in 1969 and has been largely restored for the tourist trade. Well. Today we were tourists, and took it all in. It was actually a nice museum like tour, with lots of old farm and craft implements, a bakery, the obligatory dungeon and a well, and large rooms with big Seigneurial fireplaces.
Then home for lunch and a lazy afternoon. Two of our guests left today and we now have a bit more room, and can relax a bit. As the old song goes, it’s so nice to go travelling but so much nicer to come home. Well. Lovely as it is to have guests, it is also lovely when they depart.