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Marcilhac-sur-Célé was a film set. A medieval village by the side of the river with half-timbered houses and a couple of nice restaurants; though one was closed and the other only served food at midday.

Not that it bothered us not being able to eat at Marcilhac since we fancied an excuse to eat at La Belle Epoque again. I had foie gras poêlé, fried that is, with hot summer fruits. The rest was pretty good too, but that was spectacular.

Pips took this, they were inseparable apparently, and the two sugar cubes I'd acquired along the way went to good homes.

The following morning we went back to Figeac and to the most excellent Hotel Des Bains. We'd bought Rocamadour cheese that morning, actually we'd bought 20 of them if truth were told. So, the first question when checking in to a hotel for the next four day's was: 'do you have a fridge' rather than 'does the room come with a shower'So after making sure our cheeses were safe we decided to wander around town where there as a market, selling food, clothes, flowers, well, most anything you might want in fact.