Peter looks in vain at Toulouse airport for our bikes. They came 6 hours later.
Jim take the removal of French dog shit from his boots very seriously.
I think that's Ian's toothbrush he's using.
Walking up to the beautiful walled town of Cord on the way to Aurillac
Larry, Curly & Mo
Le square in central Aurillac opposite our hotel
Typical roads and traffic levels for the day
I think we may be a major embarrassment to the French nation
The Dordogne
Our hosts for lunch, Fritha & Ian's place on the river.
It's not much, but they call it home.
Peter making the best of pre lunch drinks on the balcony
He seems happy.
Our host Ian. A wonderful man.
Our other wonderful host Fritha.
And scary looking friend.
A four hour lunch followed by a two hour ride home.
Sounds like the right sort of ratio to me.
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