This novel, boat-like papermill was just next to our house. 

Aubeterre, touted as being one of the most beautiful villages in the region just wasn't so.

Our foray into Bordeaux began at the most luxurious part of town. But as we marched down this street lined with shops, we soon entered a much seedier section.

Quite a sight a Triumph Spitfire makes, but the tiny 1000cc engine makes this lovely classic noisy and jarring, grossly under-powered and warm without air-conditioning.

Azay le Rideau. This splendid petite chateau was occupied by royalty before being converted into a museum. The approach is awesome (look at the bridge leading up to it), yet liveable. The fireplaces are exquisite, as is their ballroom. Even the servants' chambers are guilded in gold!

Bourdeilles. Although the chateau here was renowned, we were more attracted to the quaint bridge that spanned the river, and the Griffon Inn on its banks.

This is the river that runs through Brantome. While picturesque in Summer, I think these buildings would be dank in chilly Winters.

The Dordogne River and viscinity--the English rate this entire region highly. It's a pity that Beynac has become so touristy that it is obnoxious. So we beat a hasty retreat to Sarlat le Caneda where Medieval buildings still stand.

Bordeaux is almost as well known for its Bourgeois monuments as their wine.

A final glimpse of Honfleur before crossing the Pont du Normandie (bridge).