The Lot

Giant windmills like strange aliens turning at different paces seems ready to attack us from every hillside as we reached the region of the Lot. 

We stopped randomly at this tiny village on the way to take photos of the lovely pumpkins. Unfortunately our wandering was short lived as angry looking dogs lurked on evey corner.

 We came across many tiny villages on our way our destination. 

The moss, the little walls and lovely trees had us enamoured. 

My favourite architectural style, old dark wooden beams set into pale walls, was rife in the Lot. 

There was nowhere to stop on this tiny, narrow-supposedly two way road, so we had to take photos out the window of this utterly beautiful windmill.

We spent the night in a campsite by the village of Saint cirq lapopie , a beautifully scenic medieval village on a hillside with the rivers and green fields spreading away before it.

We wandered through corn fields to reach the town.

Out first view of the little town, late in the day as the sun was setting was absolutely stunning. 

The still in use church and utterly delapolated castle above rose dramatically above the village. We decided to return first thing in the morning as it was getting late. 

Our lovely rustic pitcher of red wine. With it I got duck confit and green beans, Shyla got goat cheese salad. My duck was somewhat average, but the beans were awesome. 

For dessert we had supermarket Creme brûlée which was surprisingly awesome. 

We arrived back at the village by 9 the next morning, and it was early enough that not a sole was in sight and the village was swathed in mist. It was all too easy to imagine we had been transported back in time. 

This was probably my favourite village so far, and the early time we went just made it do magical. 

Oddly dressed for the morning in an optimistic sun dress with leggings, a scarf and a cardigan to keep me freezing to death. Luckily there was no one around to see m strange dress sense.

It was difficult to believe the village was quite real as it was so beautiful. 

The silent alleys and moss covered stairs added to the magic, 

We ogled beautiful wind bottles with wax melted seals.

The top of the village afforded us with views of the ruined castle (behind me) and the valley spread out below.