4th July.

Had a bit of a sleep in this morning and after breakfast off to the La Poste to post a parcel home. Found a 2kg box and asked the lady if it was the right one to post home and yes it was. She weighed the bag of items to send and they came to 1.75kgs but she didn't think they would fit into to the box. Boy, she doesn't know Annette when it means less weight. Got nearly all of it in and taped down and posted. All very quick, not like some other post offices. Supplies purchased and caught the train to Rocamadour or as near it as we could get.

Off on the train. It was a single carriage diesel and wasn't far from being a big bus. The driver sat up front where you could see him. Looked like it was could go either direction. Very comfortable and nice. Just the sort of thing that could go from Hamilton to Ararat.

Arrived at Padira-Rocamadour and off the train. Nothing there to tell you where this great village of Rocamadour or the camping ground were. Lucky we had looked it up on the computer so knew which direction to walk. Started off and spotted a walking sign to Rocamadour half hidden. Arrived in to a camping ground and picked a site as level as we could get on hard, dry rocky ground. Might be an interesting night. Walked the 3.5km track to Rocamadour. Some of it along a nice lane, some not so nice.

You couldn't use the land for much other than farming goats. Rocamadour is a medieval village built into the side off a cliff with a famous church. It has always been one of the sites visited by pilgrims as there was a some hermits body found there in 1166. From 1172, 126 miracles have been recorded. I told Annette they could record one more cause she got me there. The village was pretty from afar.

Once down there it was like Halls Gap on steroids. Every old building had the front ripped out and was opened up as a walk in shop. People every where and if you told me Walt Disney had it all built a few years ago I'd have had trouble disbelieving you. Not my type of place. If you want to see an old village that still looks old, go elsewhere or after all the people have gone.

Part of the church built under the overhang.

Annette went in to spend a euro and light a candle. A bad habit she picked up from Vince I think. I sat outside and put on my blind man pose to try to get it back.

A chapel that was near the top of the cliff in a cave. It went back some distance and may have been where the hermit lived. If it was he didn't have a bad view all those years ago.

Back to the camping site and now the tent is in the sun and it is hot. I don't know what happened to the forecast of heavy rain today. Maybe a storm will come up this evening.