Surveying the Causses, you might think nothing of value could grow in such destitute, alkaline, rubbly ground. But something very special and of enormous value grows here. A hint about that at the end of this post, and then a whole posting on the subject later.
Above the Lot River at Cajarc on a misty morning, the country looks almost soft. Illusion.
This is the thorny heart of the Causses in Quercy:
With the odd fodder crop on a flat, maybe:
And the odd precious spring, with pilgrims sprawled in the sun.
Limogne-en-Quercy is the destination, another small and attractive town. The widow who runs the gîte Les Gloriettes, a pilgrim herself, is a bit of a character, as you can see from the decor.
There are people who dislike this kind of thing. I love it. Marie la Belge, stay crazy.
The hint? About what lies beneath? Look here: