Sarlat!

I went to Sarlat just three days before my flight back to the US. I didn't decide to go until the night before. I had a million things to do and pack, but my French teacher from high school had told me I should visit Sarlat, so I decided to go ahead and spend the day there. Anyways, I didn't realize that the train ticket website doesn't let you purchase tickets the day of your trip, and I didn't work up the energy to go get my credit card until after midnight. Sooo, I ended speed-walking to the tram stop the next morning, finding out the tram wasn't coming for 45 minutes (wtf), speed walking/jogging to the train station, and finally buying my tickets like 20 minutes before the train left (when you're kind of supposed to be on the platform already). I guess it was all very spontaneous.

Sarlat was a really pretty town! It's like a two-and-a-half hour ride on the slow commuter train from Bordeaux. The Sarlat train station is about a 25 minute walk from downtown. The walk is really pretty because it's sort of along a ridge and then downhill, so there is a really nice view of the valley and a cool old bridge. There's not really a ton to do in Sarlat, but it's a really pretty French town to just spend an afternoon walking around in. It's a big tourist destination for people visiting southwest France.

I visited the Cathédrale Saint-Sacerdos de Sarlat, which was pretty and had some cool stained glass. 

The town square is really pretty and features many over-priced restaurants. There is also this famous statue of a guy sitting and watching the square (don't really remember anything else about it...).

There was a fair going on, with food and souvenir vendors and old French fair games. I finally found a beret here!! (For being iconic of France, they are surprisingly had to find there...)

I ate lunch in a park that was next to downtown, with lots of pretty gardens. There was a hill you could walk up, with a nice view of downtown Sarlat from the top.

The cutest part was this statue of ducks!! Everyone was taking pictures of it and with it. However, it's actually a little morbid because it's there to commemorate the foie gras that Sarlat is famous for. :/

On the train back from Sarlat, I wrote postcards and watched the countryside go by. I was kind of sad because it was the last time I would be watching the vineyards and little towns fly by my window. I was really glad I decided to go to Sarlat after all (even after almost not getting tickets!) because it was such a pretty small town, and even though it was pretty tourist-y, it had a certain French feel to it. And it was nice to take one last day trip before leaving.

À bientôt!