After shopping the market in Sarlat, we stopped by the house to hang our wash on the line because the house doesn't have a clothes dryer, which didn't bother me at all. I love to hang my towels and sheets on the line back in Kentucky.
We then drove to Castle Puymartin, where the tour was in French. Since we didn't understand the guide, we just turned our heads to look where everyone else did. They handed us some poorly translated notes in English. We learned that the man of the house came home from war to find his wife with another man, whom he killed. He then locked his wife in a round room, where they passed food to her through a hole in the ceiling. When she died after 15 years, they buried her behind a stone wall in the room. The rumor is that she haunts the house. In the room that joined ours, the door started moving and creaking. We understood the tour guide when she said it must have been Lady Blanche.
Later as the group was going up a set of stairs with a rope handrail, Kurt was the last in line. He said that all of the sudden, the end of the rope started shaking so he turned to see who had done it but there was no one in sight! Ooh!
After the tour, we walked the incredible grounds, then made another quick trip to the house to take the clothes off the line before the rain came. Then we were back on the road again in search of new adventures.
We saw an ancient church on a hilltop near Cazenac and decided to see if it was open. The gate was closed but not locked. The church doors were shut but not locked so we went inside out of the rain. Inside was a quaint little chapel with high-backed wooden chairs with straw seats. There was also a wooden Rapunzel-like staircase. We walked around for a bit and took some pictures. I think I see an angel in one of them. Do you?
As we were leaving, the church bells started ringing loudly and beautifully. Kurt and I just stood there in the rain, overlooking the surrounding beautiful countryside and stared at each other in amazement. We were blessed with so many surreal experiences.
We had barely driven away from the church when a pretty little horse seemed to be watching us, so we pulled over. I got out of the car and the horse bolted toward me. I was so scared that it wasn't going to stop, but it did. She just really needed a nose rub, I guess. Just another strange and lovely experience.
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