It has been a long slog since our last post. We’d hoped to post a bit more about the marvelous time we had in Périgord. Alas! Days without internet access doomed those hopes. We post here a few pix of our final days in France.
We visited Collonges la Rouge, an ancient village where a few hundred souls reside in houses built of the local red stone and classified as one of the most beautiful villages in France.
Then, no visit to the region would be complete without the famous market at Sarlat—the most famous and possibly the largest market of its kind in France.
The time finally came to say “Goodbye” to France. Our trip to Nice took us from the mountainous land of foie gras to the vineyards on the plains of Provence. On the way, we crossed the famous Viaduct of Millau, the tallest bridge in the world. It runs for a mile and a half and one of its masts soars 1,125 feet above the Tarn River valley.
At Nice we caught the train for Italy—Ventimiglia (twenty miles) where we transferred to a train bound for Genoa. The contrast between France and Italy was --- well, striking. More about that in the next post.
We visited Collonges la Rouge, an ancient village where a few hundred souls reside in houses built of the local red stone and classified as one of the most beautiful villages in France.
Then, no visit to the region would be complete without the famous market at Sarlat—the most famous and possibly the largest market of its kind in France.
The time finally came to say “Goodbye” to France. Our trip to Nice took us from the mountainous land of foie gras to the vineyards on the plains of Provence. On the way, we crossed the famous Viaduct of Millau, the tallest bridge in the world. It runs for a mile and a half and one of its masts soars 1,125 feet above the Tarn River valley. 
At Nice we caught the train for Italy—Ventimiglia (twenty miles) where we transferred to a train bound for Genoa. The contrast between France and Italy was --- well, striking. More about that in the next post.
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