Cahors

We walked miles in the scorching heat to see this bridge, but it was worth it.
Walking along beautiful little back streets, which were hardly big enough for a car to crawl up, never mind scream past 2 people pressed like sardines against the wall.

We headed back to the oven Claudette, to discover we had yet again forgotten to switch on the fridge. Not good for the milk......the cheese on the other hand seemed to like it.

We were going to stay near Toulouse, but after cycling into the city along the canal du midi ( well a tiny bit of it ) probably 18 km in and 18km back out after a tour of the streets and a galette for dinner, we realised the area we were in was a bit on the risky side.

Sooo.......

Our next stop for the night was a great aire, next to a pond at Lisle sur Tarne. We were quite late arriving and just squeezed into a pretty full aire.
The next morning we got the bikes off the back and cycled into the village and found amazing old buildings with upper floors overhanging the pavements. We had a cafe grande and wondered why I was buzzzzing all day. ( I usually drink decaf and this turned out to be a double shot espresso.)
Live and learn....eventually.