When Marg made a toast at dinner last night both Gord and I thought she said, ” to the end,” but she was really toasting the “Ns” or well graded National highways we have been riding on for the last two days. In a hilly landscape they are much easier and the traffic has not been bad. There is a bit of a rush right at noon as people all try to race to their noon meal, but that is followed by two hours of relative calm.
The last couple of days we have been tracing the Tour de France route, but in reverse. We have passed through a couple of beautiful small cities I had not even heard of.
Périgueux with its jaw dropping Byzantine style cathedral and medieval core.
Bergerac- the home of the literary love letter master Cyrano de Bergerac, with its half timbered houses and St Jacques church.