Drifting down the Dordogne, the banks giving hints of Autumn colour. A yellowing green here, an orange tree there, flaming red bushes or cascading Boston ivy on the buildings as you pass under the bridge at Le Buisson. Limeuil had been a great find. Calm and peaceful overlooking the incredible medieval buildings piled up the hill we sited the Bongo along the river bank. The town itself was a bit disappointing, quiet beyond belief with doors and shutters barred. A few tourists wandered around looking for entertainment but mostly – there was none. A small cafe at the base of the cobbled street leading up to the gardens served basic takeaway food and endeavoured to serve the passing trade for coffee and cake on a terrace taking in the two arched bridges over the confluence of
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