From Paris we headed west, and decided to revisit La Rochelle, on the Atlantic Coast of France. It’s famous for the seafood and lovely to walk along to port, people watching and seeing the restaurants huming with people at the weekends eating the massive and incredibly expensive platters of seafood. We treated ourselves to a traditional moules and frites in a cream sauce – our favourite.
We stayed in a town centre car park aire in La Rochelle, which has space for 24 vans and is always usually full. We met Mutleys twin brother while we were there, very very strange to see two of him. The other dog was slightly longer haired, looking like muppet in the winter, but the same height and coat. They got on well, and had it been a girl I would have been tempted to snaffle her!
The weather this trip has bee very changeable, with a fair amount of rain as well. So watching the forecast we decided to head further south towards the Dordogne where my next concentration of vide greniers could be based and the weekend was promised to be a good dry one.
The vides greniers that I look for are usually the bigger ones, and I use a couple of french websites videgreniers.org and brocabrac.com to see them out, searching either by a town, or department. The process takes me quite a while as I then filter out the big ones and plot them on the map to work out our route for the day. I found one which was set in a beautiful setting of an old domaine, now slightly derelict, but it made an amazing backdrop for the stalls. I think I now have quite a few kilos of bling that should last me a while.
We stopped at a few places along the way south, including Cardaillac, tiny village with lovely views over the area from a high tower, which we climbed, only for me to find out my leg muscles really don’t like stairs anymore, and I could hardly walk for the next few days after climbing the umpteen stories to the top of the tower in the spiral staircase!
We stopped just outside of Figeac, on the river, which proved beautiful at sunset with the autumnal colours on the trees.
Then we moved south to a tiny village aire of Lunas, before we got to Albi where the Bishops palace has beautiful gardens.