Thinking about the Dordogne

It’s time to pull out my journal from four years ago – or was it five? – when D and I went to the Dordogne region of France during a trip to visit D’s daughter who was doing a junior year abroad in Bordeaux. My brother and his new wife (still getting used to that phrase) are hoping to go their on their honeymoon after a visit to Provence. The only name that jumps out at me right now is the lovely market town of Sarlat – but fortunately I was pretty good about writing done specifics in my journal, safely stowed in a packed-to-the-gills  fireproof filing cabinet.