Like the great names out of the record book who have sped across the final finish line in Paris to retain the maillot jaunt (the yellow jersey) signifying the winner of the annual 21-stage/23-day-long Tour de France cycling race, I, too, crossed the finish line a winner of sorts at the end of my petit, 10-day tour of, and family reunion in, southwestern France.
Given all the food I ate, the wines I tasted, the sights I saw and the 1,298 photos that somehow managed to survive the delete button on my three cameras and go on to help me narrate my sojourn, I’d say I had a fantastic time and my vacation worthy of a winner’s jersey. C’etait magnifique!
For those of you who virtually meandered along the cobblestone with me as I posted my dispatches from Sarlat-la-Canéda, Domme, Beynac-et-Cazenac, St. Emilion, Montagne, St. Georges, Libourne and Pyla-sur-Mer, I say, Merci beaucoup.
Now, if you’ll indulge me just a little bit more, permit me to bore you to death for the final time with the following post-vacation slide show scored with the French song Les Épaves Sereines by Presque Oui.
©The Palladian Traveler