This morning sort of dissolved in the way that soluble aspirin does; one minute it's there and the next it's gone.
After lunch we went to one of the most popular tourist destinations in the area: La Roque Saint-Christophe. It's basically a big rock. It's not the first time I've visited a big rock. I mean there are the mountains on which I've skied (badly), there's Ayer's rock (or Uluru), there's Snowdon, Dartmoor, Mount St Helens, Yosemite, Badlands National Park, Hawaiian volcanoes... you get my drift.
This rock was quite cool.
The Dordogne has carved the rock around it and this has resulted in huge rock overhangs which previous generations have used for shelter including constructing houses using the natural shelter provided by the rock. But at this big rock had a ledge that was about 80 metres up from the ground and this one has been used as shelter too.
55,000 years ago the first Neanderthals used the space and the dwellings morphed over time.
The displays we saw showed how the space might have been used by Neanderthals and also by more recent occupants from medieval times.
The displays were interesting but the views were very pretty.
We drove though Les Eyzies, stopping for a touristy ice cream and then we took the scenic SatMum route home for some pool and sunshine time.
Isn't that the kind of thing holidays should be about?