Charmant Sarlat

I had great plans for the weekend. They involved leaving the chaos at home and going for a walk round the South Bank, ending with a steak burrito from the Wahaca street cart (a little bundle of pure bliss I tell you). But it rained, and rained, and rained and a walk along the freezing cold and grey Thames in the rain is just not that appealing. So we stayed at home and packed and tried not to break our necks tripping over boxes and cables. I considered taking a picture (and I probably still will) just to show you what I am dealing with but I felt like prettiness today so instead I am going to show you some pictures of Sarlat – the medieval town we stayed outside of on our trip to France. When I close my eyes and think of a French country town, Sarlat immediately comes to mind. The honey coloured buildings form the perfect backdrop for the twice weekly market. Saucisson, fresh fruit and vegetables, wine, fish and foie gras stretches through the winding streets, enticing you every step of the way.