For our last day, we had booked a table at one of the two main restaurants in Gagnac, the town at the foot of the hill. Apparently here, one goes out for lunch, not dinner. That was booked for 12:30pm. Mum and Dad, apparently sleeping much better than us, went exploring for the morning, while we happily sat around reading books and drinking tea etc.
Lunch was a very pleasant, multi-course meal, served at the perfect pace over 2.5 hours. We were pleasantly filled, but not painfully so. (Well, except Jos, who insisted on having La flambee Quercynoise, which turned out to be a Bombe Alaska, with lots and lots of very sweet meringue - he was uncomfortably full.)
We returned to the gite, and pleasantly lolled about - reading, napping, and generally relaxing, followed by a light dinner of various leftovers.
For our last night in France, it rained fairly heavily much of the night, but was pleasantly cool, rather than the warm humidity we would be returning to as we went further south and closer to sea level.
Lunch was a very pleasant, multi-course meal, served at the perfect pace over 2.5 hours. We were pleasantly filled, but not painfully so. (Well, except Jos, who insisted on having La flambee Quercynoise, which turned out to be a Bombe Alaska, with lots and lots of very sweet meringue - he was uncomfortably full.)
We returned to the gite, and pleasantly lolled about - reading, napping, and generally relaxing, followed by a light dinner of various leftovers.
For our last night in France, it rained fairly heavily much of the night, but was pleasantly cool, rather than the warm humidity we would be returning to as we went further south and closer to sea level.
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