For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

Friday, 15 June 2012

Gréalou To Limogne

Pond between Gréalou and Cajarc.

The small town of Cajarc huddles by the river Lot in a bowl of chalk cliffs.  This is Cajarc's attractive Tourist Information Office — situated in a converted former chapel.

A canalised section of the river Lot.

The village of Gaillac on the other side of the river.

The path becomes stonier and stonier.

Coquilles Saint-Jacques.

Between Cajarc and Limogne.

2 comments:

Ruth said...

I like the coquilles strung up. We saw those recently when we watched the latest film version of "Sense and Sensibility." They make nice wabi-sabi windchimes.

The Solitary Walker said...

"Wabi-sabi windchimes'. Neat!