We are closing in on our final days here in France. Decided to combine several days into a single post as blogging fatigue sets in. Glad this activity is confined to our time in France.
Our easterly facing view affords us early morning skies. The sun rising behind the layer of ground fog and wispy clouds above. Makes for a more dramatic sunrise.
Got to capture the moment...
Balloons, balloons, and more balloons. We never tire of watching them launch and fly by our window. It is like sitting at the airport and watching the planes taking off and landing.
Not as dramatic as sunrise but pastry photos captures one of the special things we love about France. Good thing we abandon this indulgence when we return home. Not that dessert is not a year round obsession but rarely merits a photo. Since we load these photos on our living room photo frame we can relive the pleasure at 10 second intervals without ingesting the calories.
While strolling in Sarlat we caught a glimpse of our next set of wheels. Hard to believe people actually rode on these. Sure glad the cycling industry evolved into our high tech Treks with carbon fiber frames, electronic shifters, hydraulic disc brakes, and comfy seats.
When riding is not an option we have to focus on other quests. Yesterday's was finding authentic French onion soup. After soliciting suggestions from friends we settled on this place across from our lunch spot a few days back.
Oven baked in a crock with cheese and croutons brings back fond memories.
Upon analysis we decided that Kim's home made onion soup of days of ole was as good or better than this offering but without the labor. Although starting from scratch is an option making home made stock is a bridge too far. Buying the stock and crafting it from there makes more sense. Might have to add to our winter soup options.
After the soup we could not pass up a merengue and chocolate bomb along with a coffee at another shop a few steps away.
Today's ride was a family favorite. The chilly temperatures did not deter us hoping that the cloudy skies would give way to moments of sunshine. It was a glorious fall day as we headed to Domme and the warming climb to the Domme/Sarlat aerodrome.
There was a bit more activity today than on past visits. There was a small group of spectators waiting for the two planes starting up as we arrived. General aviation is much less common in France than back in the states. Actually, many would be pilots opt for flight training in the US due to the lower costs and abundance of flying schools. We have noticed planes flying overhead at times but hearing and seeing one is a rare occurrence. There may have been other planes in the scattering of hangars but the only ones on the tarmac was a Cessna 172 and other four seater of unknown origin. A twin was also parked but did not move while we watched.
The wind sock confirmed that runway 10 (east facing) was the best choice.
After the two planes departed it was time to continue our ride.
This poster caught Kim's eye promoting some kind of gathering on Sunday. Not worth coming back again tomorrow with many fly-ins in our flying past.
Our bikes were waiting so we skipped a drink at the bar and headed out. We were sure it was closed as was the control tower which showed no signs of life
Our coffee stop lies ahead. Although our favorite place is closed for vacation we decided that the coffee at the boulangerie would have to suffice.
With a table in the sun it was hard to pass up.
We brought our pasty and the coffee was good enough. The plant added a nice touch.
Kim was obsessed with this recently installed bicycle self service station from the other day but wanted a clearer picture of the tools and gadgets integrated into the stand.
Although the day was passing by with half the miles still to go we could not skip the opportunity to extend a "Bon Jour" to these curious donkeys.
