This past Sunday, after finishing cutting and drilling, I jumped on the saddle of my Brompton and off I went. On the spur of the moment I decided to go to Rocamadour, one of the most visited sites in France, located in the Causses du Quercy Regional Nature Park, and just 25 km from us.
Loose translation of “causse” is limestone plateau, that meant I got to go uphill to reach it but I am getting used to hilly landscapes and hills don’t scare me as much. Moreover, there is always a downhill after a climb.
When I reached Rocamadour, I didn’t visit any of the pilgrimage churches: I had my bike and I’ve done it on a previous trip there sans velo. But I walked down the main road and got an artisanal ice cream.
On the way back I swung by small lavender fields; they are not as impressive as Provence’s though.
This was the longest of my infrequent rides here, a “whooping” 57 km.
This week in numbers:
95 km — distance cycled
2 — rides, as many as in the previous four weeks
1996 — year Rocamadour goat-milk cheese was awarded AOC status