We hadn't been to the other big church in Figeac yet, so we continued up the hill to check it out. The interior was the strangest mixtures of different styles that made no sense together. Very strange. Tired and chilled, we made our way back to the gite to relax before dinner and catch up on my blog and read. The communal meal last night was delicious, once again soup and vegetables from the garden with sausage and rice, a cheese course and 2 small desserts, a chocolate brownie and a little slice of fruit tart.
The gite has a very sweet dog named Bebe.
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