Posted: June 14, 2013 Filed under: Me, Travel | Tags: Dordogne, Duravel, GR 36, Lot, Puy-L'eveque, traveling with kids, Walking in France
Where were we…..oh yes, walking (mainly uphill) from Duravel to Puy L’eveque.
Then I saw this – if you remember there was a sign in Duravel assuring me Puy L’eveque was only 5km away. Well here we are 3 KM into our walk and now we’ve got double the distance we were expecting still to go. I know 2 more km might not seem like a lot but at that point, on that day, IT WAS!
Oh well, at least we met these guys (turns out to be the highlight of my daughter’s day)
Then we walked up more hills.
We began walking uphill backwards because when you are 7 and you’ve been walking uphill for 2 hours this is a good idea.
Sweet reward for their efforts.
I’m not kidding, more inclines. Sigh….more like HEAVE.
It’s a mirage – but not, cause it was actually there. This “bathroom in the hills”, promised a much needed water refill and porcelain potty break. Alas, there was no water and all those doors were LOCKED! &%$#!!!! (A special thanks to “The photographer” who broke in and tried his damnedest to hydrate his family)
For a second I think I’m hallucinating when I see pancakes growing out of a tree.
There’s no water on this portion of the trail, but there is this handy bench in the middle of nowhere which is odd but fantastic.
Despite my hangover from lunch and the 90 degree inclines we walked that afternoon, this was quickly becoming one of my most favorite days ever.
One of my favorite views.
I spy something yellow. But who cares, the yellow is in the town of Puy L’eveque! We made it.
Turns out Puy L’eveque is gorgeous, weird (like you feel the mafia is watching you) but gorgeous.
And after waiting two hours for the hotel to open their doors (see previous mafia note) we got all settled in just as the rain started to pour.
Goodnight Puy L’eveque (I hope there aren’t any horse heads in the bed tonight)
Posted: June 3, 2013 Filed under: Me, Travel | Tags: Bonaguil, Dordogne, Duravel, French castles, Lot, Puy-L'eveque, Saint-Front-sur-Lemance, traveling with kids, walking through France
Our final walking day, Saint-Front-sur-Lemance to Puy-l’Eveque. Our gracious host Mme. Finnegan from Le Seguinet offers to take us to the most famous castle in the region, Bonaguil Castle.
Those cutouts you see at the top were for pouring boiling water on would-be intruders.
My daughter opts to completely skip the castle in favor of making friends with le chat.
Now back to the glorious business of walking.
We saw this double circle, triangle mark a few times. Haven’t cracked the code yet.
Meet the photographer.
Any guesses to what’s going on here? Since we did not pass another soul while walking, the trail became a never ending porta potty.
Welcome to the bustling metropolis of Duravel where we plan to have our first ever “lunch in a restaurant” since we started walking!
One of the many benefits of walking is smelling everything along the way.
I’m not really sure what was going on here.
But then I saw this picture and realized he was praying for the powers to make the juice jump into his mouth without the aid of a straw.
Here we go, our first French country cafe lunch. It’s a five course affair. Soup, antipasta, pasta with meat, cheese and dessert. All the while the wine is FLOWING. Fixed price $13 Euro.
Here’s who eats it. Everyone. It’s not a formal deal, on the contrary, it’s very casual and friendly.
More “would be illegal in the US activity” – this cheese board gets passed around table to table. No sneeze guard, No gloves, help yourself and pass it along.
Here we are leaving Duravel, I won’t speak for my husband, but I am far from sober at this point. I’ve calculated we only have about a 5 km walk to our end destination,should be no problem under tipsy conditions.
This is a town sign confirming my calculation, Puy-L’eveque, our end destination, is about 5 km away.
Here’s what the sign didn’t say, it’s up hill almost the ENTIRE way. That may not super look steep, but trust me, it is.
More inclines. I’m kind of regretting the table wine at this point.
Notice the elevated vantage point and pretty view.
Dancing as I climb seems to be a better option than crying.
Notice the elevated vantage point and pretty view. Will we reach Puy-l’Eveque? Find out next time.