Exploring Vigeois

Whenever we head West, we drive through a pretty village called Vigeois, which is dramatically bisected by the coursing flow of the Vezere, a large tributary of the Dordogne, which in turn is a tributary of the Garonne which empties via a canal into the Mediterranean Sea. As I have been informed by our French friends, Alain and Brigitte, the French have two separate words for a river; those that flow into the sea are les fleuves and all others are les rivieres. There are four main fleuves in France: the Seine, the Loire, the Rhone and the Garonne. France is resplendent with very many rivers. 

Enough Geography. The point is, today we didn't just drive through. We stopped and explored.

The first part of the river we attempted to walk by was blocked off, as they appear to be building a new weir or power station. The river bank was blanketed with little snowdrops!

From the other side of the river, we spotted a man ambling in amongst the building works- can you see him? Naughty!

There's a little railway station (my Dad gets very cross when people say 'train station') at Vigeois. We embarked upon some trainspotting, even though it was Sunday. It turns out that the quaint little Vigeois station provides a good service to Paris and Toulouse. 

Look how you get to the other platform!

There's one!

Did we see any human beings in Vigeois? Yes! There were two elderly men at the station, the naughty man at the out of bounds weir works, a smoking lady outside the closed cafe, and, unfortunately, while returning from a little ramble along the river bank, Kevin disturbed an elderly lady taking a 'comfort break' in the bushes. He made eye contact, so said, 'Pardon', and continued on his way.