A visit to the town of Eymet

Today's travels took us from Pineuilh, to Bergerac (but we decided not to go into town itself) and a to Eymet, then back to camp.

We headed off towards Bergerac to see what it was like, but before we got to the actual town, my husband saw a sign for Eymet, and recalled that we'd been told that it was a good place to see. So, we dutifully tootled off to see it. .... Well, it really is as British as a French town can get. I heard more English spoken than any other language, and most of the shops clearly advertised that they spoke English or at the very least, catered for the English. Now, this is not a bad thing in itself - far from it. There is a market for such services, and demands seem to be being met. However, this is not really what our family want. If we want that many Brits around us, we'll move back to the UK - no, we would like to immerse ourselves into the French culture and community. 'When in France ....' However, it must be said that Eymet was a beautiful town, full of charming buildings, and the signature of French towns - the town square. It was lovely!

Eymet town Square.

A 180 of the town square
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Obligatory view of the church in Eymet

Very Tudor looking side street in Eymet

Lovely picture in front of the fountain
in the town square in Eymet

AHHHGG!! Not ANOTHER picture Mum!!

Tudor looking buildings in the square in Eymet

On our way back to the campsite, we stopped briefly to have a look around. There was a random building that must have seen better days at some point. But it was quite beautiful in it's own way.  We saw more grape vines growing on the roundabouts!! We saw LOADS of crops - Sorgum, corn, sunflowers, loads of fruit trees, onions, and more grape vines than you could shake a bottle of wine at!!

Maxi surveying his Kingdom.

Such straight rows of Sunflowers!

Vines on the roundabout

More vines on the roundabouts!!

Despite it being TUESDAY (and coincidentally exactly two weeks since we arrived in France!!), there was still a distinct lack of activity in the towns and surrounding areas. I find it very amusing that even some cafes and small restaurants - CLOSE for lunch!! 1pm? Gone! What time to reopen? Eh - shrug of the shoulders - around 2pm. What a life!! Yes, I think I can get used to this.