With reluctance we left the canal route after two weeks of bliss. We’d rented a house for a month in the Village of Lauzun, about 35 km north of Marmande where we left the canal. We still had time before taking possession of this place so we meandered amongst rolling hills with fields full of sunflowers, corn, and wheat, interspersed with grazing land and forest. In this area, and through much of France there is a web of tiny, paved agricultural roads where cars are rare — perfect for cycling. We went out of our way to Duras where the campground was shaded by an 18th century castle. Form there we left for Lauzun and a funny thing happened. Plans changed completely during the month we were there.
We fell in love with the village, made friends, and bought a little house. Now that sort of thing doesn’t happen every day. We had to leave the country when our month was up for visa reasons but that could all be dealt with and it was.