]Not sure when a village becomes a town but beyond the city center is a sprawling community.
Overall view of the town. The church spire is always to highest point so you can find the place from any direction. The church bells help to find its location and are a constant reminder every hour and half hour.
A postcard collage captures the high points. Windy cobblestone streets and ancient stone buildings are more pleasing on the eyes than modern city glass and metal buildings.
Strolling on wet cobble stores is always a bit tricky. It would be a shame to get injured while walking and forced to curtail our cycling. Priorities have their place.
The town is littered with souvenir stores and this one caught Kim's eye since we once had a life sized suit of armor. It now lives at Stacey's.
Making friends along the way is always a pleasure. This guy was not very engaging.
Rain jackets were a must although the light rain did not deter us from exploring.
As we wandered around we went up one street then down another until we covered most of the ways around town. Killing time until lunch time.
Whetted our appetite for canard, but the softed and juicier variety.
Not unique to Sarlat but typical French street scene.
Too long a climb up to explore that part of town. We have seen worse but today we took the easy way around.
The outdoor seating restaurant with awning to keep us dry.
With the on again, off again rain we opted for a outdoor table with canopy and heater. A bit more sun would have been appreciated but the ambiance was pleasant enough.
Kim had the duck breast and I had the roasted Moules with butter and basil sauce. Even though Kim's came with scalloped potatoes we each got a side of frites - the only proper way to enjoy a French lunch.
A photo of a post card. This is another view of the castle at Castelnaud.
