Larzac was looking stunning. The ground was dressed in a snowy white coat, but the bushes and trees were not so the contrast was very dramatic.
We arrived at Rocamadour around 2pm, checked into the hotel we'd reserved on the Hospitalet on the plateau overlooking the village, and had a short snooze. When we were ready to leave, the guy in the hotel gave us a plan of the cité and showed us the standard walk down, round, up to the castle and back to the hotel; a walk of about 90 minutes. Perfect!
Rocamadour is, of course, one of the Plus Beaux Villages de France, and quite justifiably so. It's a cracker, tucked into the cliff with a castle that reaches up up and away.
|Leaving l'Hospitalet on our way down to Rocamadour|
|Entering the crowds-free village|
|The resident cats were out and about|
No one here.
|The chapel devoted to rugby, note all the rugby shirts...|
|I paid two euros to bang a drawing pin into an old log|
|Bugger, which one's mine?|
|The tower is for sale. You'd need a hoover on every floor...|
|Looking up to the castle|
|Looking up at part of the cathedral|
|A picturesque spot|
|The path up, up, up|
|The ramparts. Not for the faint-hearted.|
|Looking down and over to l'Hospitalet|
It was a lovely day. Rocamadour is fab out of season!