Rocamadour

In 2004 I walked into Rocamadour through a forest along with my sister and two friends. We were awe struck at the sight, and it was no less impressive today driving in. We stopped at a creperie on the hillside adjacent to this holy city and took in the sights and we drank coffee.

Max dropped us at the base and then drove to the top and we walked up the narrow streets, I found the windows for the bedroom Denise and I shared , we walked the hundreds of steep stone steps through to the church that houses the Black Madonna, a wooden statue dcredited with miracles, and continued up the steep ramps that housed one of the 14 stations of the cross at every turn. We also were able to see the cave that began the whole city, a place where a vision of the Madonna caused this to be a place of pilgrimage..  We walked out onto the battlements above the valley for an awesom view.

We were tired and hungry by then, so found a small restaurant and enjoyed lunch before our journey home along the twisting, narrow but pretty roads through the French countryside.