I like the rain.  To me it is an explorer’s (and I use the word in the laziest / loosest sense thereof) good friend as it drives the (dare I say it?) dilettante traveller into a bar, or coffee shop, or museum, leaving clear streets for the fiercely determined!  And rain we had, by the bucketload!  Even the statues were looking cheesed off.

My father (every bit as determined as I – I can’t imagine why, or how, that happened) and I were quite happy to amble through the downpours and intervals of sunshine.  There is no doubt at all that Sarlat is beautiful, and old.  I’m intrigued, though, that it is as commercial as it is.  I expected it to be better preserved in keeping with its history.  This is as a result of having read that:

Sarlat has remained preserved and [is] one of the towns most representative of 14th century France. It owes its current status on France’s Tentative List for future nomination as a UNESCO World Heritage site to the enthusiasm of writer, resistance fighter and politician André Malraux, who, as Minister of Culture (1960–1969), restored the town and many other sites of historic significance throughout France. The centre of the old town consists of impeccably restored stone buildings….

So it was a bit of a let-down to find plate glass windows and modern shop fronts, and I wonder how the film-makers who have used it as a setting (Luc Besson’s Jeanne d’Arc is probably the most recent) have managed to overcome such obstacles.  I guess with fake frontages etc.  Speaking of shops, Sarlat seems to thrive on a diet of walnuts (mostly oil) and geese/duck.  Products made from these base ingredients are pretty much the only things one can buy in the town, except for art and knick-knacks.  It must be hell living there, having to drive out of town for all but the most basic of commodities.

There’s a decommissioned church in the centre of Sarlat that has been repurposed as a market venue.  Its massive 2.5 storey-high doors led me to think that the market would have occupied not only the ground floor, but also a gallery of some description, but that wasn’t the case.  There were lovely stalls selling beautifully presented food items.  I was sorely tempted by packets of dried mushrooms, and handmade pasta but I resisted the impulse to buy things for which I have no need (call me Scrooge, it’s fine).

The open-air stalls were equally classy and a herbs and spices vendor eclipsed everyone else for his quality of display and interest.

Eventually, we bought a couple of Perigourdine saussicon – shaped in balls, rather than sausage shapes and headed off to collect the car before making the journey home to Les Terraces.

Here are a few more random images of buildings and features I liked.

 

 

 

So, there you go.  Sarlat visited.  Glad we went, not sure we’ll return any time soon; mostly because there’s so much more to be seen hereabouts.

PS:  We tried the first of the Culinary Sauces the other morning in Scramble Eggs with Virtual Ceps.  They were awfully good.  But I now have an idea for a recipe that might make even more of them.  I’ll let you know how it goes.