Goodbye to Villefranche du Perigord

After two weeks of total immersion in a rural French town of only 900 people, we sadly had to say goodbye and head North.  It was raining in the morning, but it was the day of the town’s annual “Spring Festival” and there were stalls, people and animals everywhere.  We spent some time at the market before departing, and we left with the warm fuzzies of a community lifestyle.

Young, wet donkeys for sale - I wanted to buy them all

and the pretty bantams

there’s not mush   room left on this truck  (oldie but a goodie)

clowns clowning around

this man was standing in for his sick friend and making baskets for pure enjoyment

hand made sausages: fig, olive, garlic, peppers, bison, wild boar are just a few of the flavours

forgers making horse shoes