On the train, least it was dry!! Hailstones, eek, they were painful, wet, and it was 5 degrees. The houses are built into the rock face, just 300 yards back there is a bit where the whole cliff face has collapsed, scary. Cant remember the name, but just as you enter the Dordoigne. This is Rocamadour, whole town built into the hillside, very impressive and lots of wee touristy shops. Hotel car park, its usually busy but weather was pants. Mate was on a Triumph 800 xc, went well, he loves it, doesnt light my fire but he sure can hussle it even with that skinny front tyre!! Was great to get back to just having a waterproof bag, arrive, put steering lock on, undo bungees, walk away.
