South West France (Sunday)

After what seemed like very long night, because we were so tired we where in bed straight from dinner, and also because the monastery of course had no television. Wayne attempted to read but after being almost knocked unconscious by his iPad, he too conceded sleep. There was only one other guest at breakfast so the four of us shared a simple traditional French breakfast - which universally would be known as continental, with one big difference, the French manage the entire operation with one bowl, a teaspoon and a knife! Everything is drunk and eaten from the one bowl, not all at once - but dipping jam laden baguette into hot coffee, gives a whole new slant on dunking a milk arrowroot into your daily brew! Apparently it's so French that it's not really observed in the cities any longer, but in the country and private homes. 

After breakfast we went to the Sunday market in Saint Cyprien. We bought melons, berries, foie gras, cheese, bread, tomatoes, olives, wine and nougat. We had such fun, although to survive as a local, albeit for a short time, it is clear I need to speak some French. I do like to participate and not just spectate, particularly when it comes to talking !!

We travelled to Sarlat for lunch (worth a google), then to Perigeuex (also google worthy) we had ice cream, then made our way back to Bordeaux to relax and enjoy all the spoils of our market shopping !