We buy coffee in the village and take a look at a few shops before walking down into Roccamador. It's a lovely morning and the town with it's church and walk with the stations of the cross is pretty nice. We buy a cold drink and head off.
The drive to Domme is more of an adventure than we planned. The GPS takes us on a mad trip down what we think is not much more than a bike track. Steep and rough ... Tony thinks it is not much more than a riverbed.
The aire at Domme is €3. We have an outrageous conversation with a Frenchman who speaks zero English but was keen to converse with us. We do manage to decipher his message but it is not until we get him to take a group photo of us then get one including him that we realise he has been chatting up Malcolm's daughter Kay. He has his arm around her when he realises the truth. Great fun!
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