|on the way to the Tourism Office to get a map|
|the tourist train for the old and lazy... definitely not for us! it's quite nice on the pictures, though.|
when i was still studying french, there was a tour then available to students, conducted by Alliance Francaise de Toulouse over the weekend, going to Rocamadour by bus. i couldn't go because i was four months pregnant at the time, and i knew it will be tough for me to climb and walk around the area.
|religious pilgrims singing Ave Maria while marching down the street|
|the village has a lot of steep, tall steps like this. elevators are also available, but for a certain price.|
|posing by the tricky steps on the way to the church|
you just have to marvel at this ancient architecture. everything was so beautiful. every corner, every turn is a marvel.
|beautiful stairs, beautiful archways, beautiful sculptures, etc.|
|on the grand balustrade of one of the corners of the church|
|every corner and every turn in this place is full of wonder|
|the place is a marvel of beautiful architecture amidst the beauty of nature|
Rocamadour is a lot, lot better than what pictures show you. and it has a lot of history to tell. no wonder, it is a UNESCO-inscribed World Heritage Site.
|this winding path that leads to the Rempart de Rocamadour (the castle at the topmost area) reminds me of the path that leads to the cross of Mt. Samat in my home province.|
|this castle perched on top of the rocky village offers a spectacular birds-eye view of the surroundings|
the place is a little bit touristic, making the souvenir shop and restaurant prices a bit higher than their worth. i wanted to buy this tender nougat at some candy shop that specializes in it, but it was too pricey for me for just a small bar of nougat. it was heaven, though, when you feel it melting in your mouth. sorry, forgot to take a picture.
|there was a fee of 2 euros for the visit|
|the clock was chiming as i climbed these steps|
|beautiful view from high above the castle's tower... those who say "it's lonely at the top" have NEVER been to the top! ;)|
|at the lovely terasse of Chez Anne Marie|
|the confit de canard was a bit too fatty and huge for me|
after lunch, we headed to the opposite part of the village, towards the Hospitalet and the Grotto.
|les beaux coqeulicots de printemps|
|one of the charming stone houses around the village|
upon arrival at the Grotto, we found out that there is a schedule for entry and that the visit is guided, and lasts for 45 minutes. and it was strictly prohibited to take pictures and touch anything inside. unfortunately, the guide does not speak English. we were given handouts in English, though. and during moments when she was not speaking at the rate of 186,000 words per second, i was able to understand and get the gist of what she is saying. although, i felt that we should have paid less because of the language issue.
|it was prohibited to take pictures inside the Grotto|
visiting this grotto made me think how lame it looked compared to Sagada in the Philippines, even though i have never been there. it made me wish Sagada was as well-protected and appreciated as this grotto.
we ended the tour at this corner where you have the best view of the village:
|a wonderful view of the whole village|
|posing with friends|
all in all, i had a wonderful time in a wonderful place with wonderful people. :)