My progress down west-central France continued with a day of mile-eating on lightly-trafficked main roads under cloudy, sometimes drizzly, English-like skies.
The theme continued in the picture-postcard Dordogne town of Brantôme (pic). I wondered why so many French visitors had such drab dress sense and spoke such clumsy English. Then I realised they were English.
Indeed, the English are everywhere in this part of France. Half the people I stop to ask directions, or to enquire where there’s a cashpoint that actually works, turn out to be expats. Anyway, here’s a picture of a shop that sells only foie gras (pic).
In other words, I’m not even sure it was open.
My appetite piqued, I had another picnic lunch overlooking yet another riverside view in Brantôme (pic). No geese were harmed in the making of this meal.
Miles today: 58
Miles since St Malo: 427