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Sneak around Bordeaux to the east and through Libourne and you are suddenly in rich wine country. St Emilion is just off the port bow, so we took a short detour into the famous town. It was squeaky clean and one of only two places in France so far that actually charged us for parking. The cheek!

 

Of course, St Emilion has a prime purpose of selling its well known high quality wine to whoever will buy. Open fronted shops such as this are the norm.

Raise your eyes above the shop level and there are other vintage sights to be seen.

Just behind the gents toilet, I spotted this interesting example of weathering.

Nothing to do with me, guv.

A little later, we met up with our friends, Tony and Mary Escott who were holidaying nearby.

 

Tony and I used to work together in the same office and studio (C1) in BBC Wales.

 

In the grounds of their chambre d'hote were some rather fine birds of the hen and rooster variety. That's what free range does for you.

"Now you just carry on with laying those eggs whilst I go for a stroll".

Lunch was taken in a nearby restaurant which was probably responsible for most of the weight I put on that holiday! An excellent meal of goodness knows how many courses. That's me in the corner topping up my wine glass!
Then, all too soon, we had to move on to Gavaudun.

This was a lovely old restored water mill at which Richard and I had stayed on our 'big' bike ride of 2002. The owners remembered us and once again we enjoyed their good food and warm welcome.

Feeding time for the ...? Are they a special type of goat?

Around the rear of the mill is a vast lake. It appears to be full of some pretty big fish, too. 

   
The following morning, we headed east to Puy L'Eveque, a charming and fascinating town clinging to the steep northern bank of the Lot river. There is a well signposted 'trail' around the town which takes you past, almost through, the many pretty patios and gardens.
What would you give for a garden with a view like this?

'There's an old mill by the stream.' Not actually this place, but right on the water course is a former tannery.

This is/was it. Having lived near a working tannery in my youth, I can vouch for the terrible smells that must have emanated hereabouts when it was in full flow. The river Lot would not have had its present sparkling clarity, either.

Nearby, there is a delightful shop selling all manner of pretty artefacts. Rather like our own Xantippe in Cowbridge.

Each room was an absolute picture. 

 

Not just pot pussies; Jean spotted a real one hiding:

once woken, it decided to pose in the window.

Maybe she was watching the birds opposite.

A few more 'snaps' of the town to finish off our whistle stop tour.
Wine on draught? That reminds me of Yates's wine lodges in the UK!
Inevitably on holiday I take pics of butterflies,  follow the link below to see a few taken in France.

Martel and Creysse Flutter bys