Easter Weekend, my group of American students from Oregon and St. Louis traveled five hours west to the Dordogne region, famous of Fois Gras, castles (over 1000) and ancient cave paintings.
We were supposed to go on this boat, but it rained so much over the weekend that the river was too high to navigate. We weren’t disappointed, because it was freezing and the last thing we wanted to go was sit on a boat in the rain.
The cliffs in Dordogne are full of caves that they are constantly finding artifacts in. The thing I found most interesting about the region is how well it was preserved after the ice age. Archaeologists have found tons of fossils from Woolly Mammoths, Saber toothed Tigers, Neanderthals and early humans.
Foie gras (literately “fat liver”) is a delicacy made from the overgrown organ of a goose. How does it get overgrown? By an old lady cramming grain into it’s mouth via a funnel.
Long-time alcoholics tend to have the same thing happen, only their grain comes in liquid form.
Considered to be the “Sistine Chapel of prehistory,” the Lascaux cave is covered with amazing paintings of antelopes, horses, big buffalo-looking animals. They are estimated have been painted around 15,000 B.C. The cave itself is closed off for preservation, but we went underground to see an exact replica. The crazy part is that the site was discovered by children playing around in 1940.
The paintings were done by someone who looked like this guy:
Brenden at the museum.
We were walking down the street in this little village, looking for something to eat. It looks like someone likes to skip English class.
I think the “Seefruit” is supposed to be seafood.
One of the castles we visited. That’s me and a trebuchet, unfortunately we couldn’t play with them.
This is where we stayed. The hotel was really old, and the roof was made of slate. Everyone had a great time, and Molly even found a pot of gold in her room!