Those who understand have the right of way.

In the morning barely some sun, barely.

"Can't make it to Le Mans this year.'

"I'll be in Le Mans just in time."

While we were reposing in the town square of Puy-l'Evêque
our Damian spotted this desert flagship in Vancouver, CA.

Who is this guy, on the square of Puy-l'Evêque?
No mention of his name on the pedestal.

View from the bench, which proves that long ago
the French have been a lot taller and shrank in recent history.

View from the terrace.

View from the restaurant window.

The pancake house only serves crêpes in the season.
A waitress points out a restaurant overlooking the Lot.

The Lot, the river, the ancient houses of Puy-l'Evêque,
a tower, a landing, on the bank, the lot.

Let's take the limo.

Sun dial indicates we shouldn't hurry.

For lunch we drive down to the Lot.

Tranquility. Birds fly free.

Question remains whether there's a connection with the cars inside.

A la Recherche du Temps Perdu.
Room enough for a Citroën Chapron and a Facel.
But if we may choose we take the Mehari.

Indeed, no haystacks at all.

Legends were born in these houses.
French rural history was written here.

The architectural style is old but authentic.
Appealing in the eyes of the history concious beholders.

Domaine de Fraysse is part of a cluster of houses
which form a little village, as it were. With crosses in the streets
on the graves of the locals.

The sun and the crickets welcomed us to a rich and timeless void.

We settled in the green environment close to a cuckoo.

Between the Dordogne and the river Lot, in a pocket
in the hills and woods, an age old silence.

Early in the morning songs of hundreds of birds filled the room.

Even though we got a detailed description of the route
it wasn't easy to find it in a web of single lane
cart tracks, but amidst a cluster of old farm buildings
and deserted mansions "Domaine de Fraysse" appeared,
a fairy tale from historic literature.

1200 Kilometers North life goes on as usual.

At this point of the journey suddenly the river Lot came into view,
a lot of quite old houses on the slope, in steep narrow streets.

Envisaging ourselves continuing our trip in this vehicle
was as quaint as swapping with a Lotus Europa in the sixties.
Yeah, also a Renault engine.

A coupe with stunning lines. Since it was Sunday
there was no one around to tell us more than what we saw.

After passing through the mediaeval town Cahors
the sight of a Renault VelSatis stopped us in our tracks.

Towering pillar in the middle of the valley.

Most hi-tech surprise in the old landscape.

Next morning we press on earliest. Still quiet roads.

Plain front on the outside, but cool inside.

An occasional Twingo.

Local youth on their way to a youthclub.

The locals find their appetizers inside.

Taking in the local atmosphere on the terrace of a pizzeria
we take an appetizer. Pastis?

Boulangerie's still open.

Traffic's become less hectic and the locals hurry home.

Kees en de Spirit deel 1.

Het vervolg:
Kees en de Spirit deel 2.

My Promised Land
  In the Spring of 2002 Roger Sparks was traveling
with a virgin agenda when he landed
in America on the off chance, so it seemed at first.
But he had a plan, to meet Dr. Robert Ballard,
the discoverer of the Titanic.

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