From Carcassonnes we continued westward to the Dordogne region. As soon as we arrived in the area, I felt a sense of familiarity from my time in the region 12 years earlier. The area was good to me then, and the fond memories came flooding back. The Dordogne (aka the Perigord region) is unknown to most foreigners but well known to the French for its rich history of food and agriculture, the home of Foie gras, truffles, duck confit, and cassoulet. This area is to me the true France, and the epitome of the French countryside. We drove to Sarlat, a perfect little medieval town, where we were to stay for the night.
We spent the evening walking and shopping and sampling in shops around the medieval center of town.
Lindsay was in heaven (so was I). I had very vivid memories of this romantic small town and remember hoping to return someday with my wife when I was a young 19 year old.
So many beautiful and photogenic spots in an old town like this.
In this small place, once it starts getting dark the cafes and restaurants on the plaza really slow down. After all, the population of the town is less than 10,000.
I have been planning a dusk/night shot of this plaza in Sarlat for years, and was so happy to finally get one. We ate at a traditional Perigourdine restaurant called L'Instant Delice, at which I literally and without a hint of exaggeration ate the most enjoyable meal of my life. My meal consisted of a starter of foie gras with onion jam, sea salt, and baguette, a duck gizzard salad with mustard dressing, then the most amazingly rich duck cassoulet. Dessert was good too but who cares after that. I think Lindsay enjoyed her duck confit as well.