Daglan’s weekly Sunday market was a great place to buy the final items for today’s simple picnic, so by 12:30 we were off in the car. We headed south and east, through Bouzic, past the tiny hamlet of Gaumier, and stopped at a small picnic area on the road to Florimont, beside the River Céou. And there we enjoyed our lunch: paté de foie gras, croissants, half a fresh-roasted chicken (from the market), fresh peaches, a young cantal cheese, a bottle of Perrier, and a bottle of Bergerac rosé. Simple, but delicious.
The day was sunny and hot, and only a few cars passed us during the two hours we ate, relaxed, and read our books. In fact the only steady sound we heard was the crunching noise that sheep make when they are mowing through a field of grass like living lawnmowers.