Day 25: Trémolat to Lalinde (then train to les Eyzies)

Walking in France: A wet GR6

A wet GR6

Wednesday, 29 June 2005
Distance 21 km
Duration 4 hours 45 minutes
Ascent 221 m, descent 239 m
Map 48 of the TOP 100 blue series (now superseded)
Map 47 of the TOP 100 blue series (now superseded)
Topo-guide (ref. 321) Traversée du Périgord

After the storm it was much cooler and the sky was quite overcast.

We set off just after 8 am, taking the road that pulled up the face of the escarpment to join the GR6 coming from the village. The curve of cliffs that hangs over this bend of the river is called the Cingle de Trémolat.

The GR took us on a wide path, padded with brown leaves, through the forest and eventually out to the very edge of the drop. Through gaps in the trees we saw the great loop of the river enclosing fields and villages far below.

Walking in France: The Cingle de Trémolat

The Cingle de Trémolat

In a couple of hours we arrived at the riverside village of Mauzac, only about 3 km from where we started. There was a neat little park and a boatramp, but the bar overlooking them had an ominously closed look.

Fortunately we were wrong – because of the rain, the outdoor tables were still stacked up, but after madame had mopped a table and some chairs for us, we sat down gleefully for our first coffee of the day. Croissants from the shop round the corner added to the occasion.

Walking in France: Second breakfast in Mauzac

Second breakfast in Mauzac


We got a fragrant stick of bread and a tin of fish, in case we did not make it to Lalinde before the shops closed. All the streets of Mauzac were being torn up, presumably to cobble them or put in flower beds.

From then on we stuck to the delightful GR as it traced its way along the towpath of the lateral canal. We sampled various types of plums, mostly not quite ripe, as we strolled along.

Walking in France: On the towpath of the lateral canal of the Dordogne

On the towpath of the lateral canal of the Dordogne

A jarring sight was an abandoned jail with a double barbed-wire fence clad with iron sheets, so that the poor convicts could not even look out on the pleasant fields around them, an unnecessarily vindictive touch, surely.

Walking in France: Interpreting some walking signs approaching Lalinde

Interpreting some walking signs approaching Lalinde


We crossed the canal on a stone bridge and continued beside it to Lalinde, passing the camping ground on the way. In the town, a humpback iron bridge takes walkers back over the canal where it widens into a little harbour.

The town was an English bastide with the typical square layout, but the centre has lost all its arcades and the market hall is fairly recent.

Walking in France: Lunch in Lalinde

Lunch in Lalinde

One house definitely looked thirteenth-century, with a jutting-out upper storey of breathtaking decrepitude supported by crumbling timbers. Not something to walk under.

We found a little park on the high river bank near the road bridge and had our lunch in a bower of roses. Then we retreated to a lane for coffee on the shady side of the street.

Further down we saw for the first time how bulk wine is dispensed in the region – at a bowser with a nozzle. You bring your own container and the amount comes up on a screen, just like for petrol. The difference is that wine is cheaper.

Walking in France: Waiting for the train at Lalinde railway station

Waiting for the train at Lalinde railway station


Later in the afternoon we recrossed the canal and hunted about in the heat for the railway station, which was surprisingly hard to find although only a few streets away. We got on the old-fashioned, square-ended train and sailed back over several loops of the Dordogne, to be deposited at le Buisson, a big railway junction.

The following train was sleek and new. We got in, then hastily out again, thinking it was express to Périgueux, then in again, shepherded by an amused railwayman, who promised it would stop at les Eyzies, and it did.

On the way we heard some schoolgirls practising: “I spick English” said one, and her friend said “C’est cool!”

Walking in France: Fortified church of Tayac

Fortified church of Tayac

Very close to the station was the fortified church of Tayac. The village of les Eyzies has only existed for a hundred years, since the discoveries of prehistoric sites, but Tayac has been going for over a thousand.

The church is one of the most heavily fortified with only slits for windows and a single great door overlooked by a defensive chamber. It survived both the Hundred Years’ War and the Wars of Religion virtually unscathed. Strong male voices were singing a gloria inside so we left them to it.

Walking in France: Les Eyzies squeezed between the overhanging cliffs and the Vézère river

Les Eyzies squeezed between the overhanging cliffs and the Vézère river


Back at the camping ground we set up our tent in the same spot and retired to the bar for apéritifs. After our drinks and olives, it occurred to us to wonder why no other diners had arrived by 8 pm, and we soon realised that the restaurant was closed on Wednesdays.

Another walk ensued, back into the town. The further we walked along the main street, the cheaper the menus got, starting at €75 and descending to €10. We lashed out with a €10.40 menu in a lovely leafy area full of foreign tourists, just below the beetling overhang of the museum.

Walking in France: Dinner in les Ezyies

Dinner in les Ezyies


We began with a plate of crudités and an omelette, swapping our plates when half-way through.

Our main dishes were both steak and chips, which sounds uninteresting but was actually very good, especially the thin, fresh, piping hot chips.

Lastly we had balls of icecream of the usual high French quality, and settled it all down with the long walk back to our tent.