I well remember visiting the Dordogne (as we British usually refer to it) for the first time and feeling I’d discovered a little piece of paradise. There was so much to take in and everything seemed just so, well, perfect.
That it is so beloved by many British visitors is probably no surprise. There is more than a hint of Cotswold charm about it, though it rarely oversteps the mark and strays towards the twee and chocolate boxy. The overall impression is very much that of many English shire counties – decidedly rural, unshowy, family-friendly and with a slightly wholesome, almost old-fashioned feel.
And, of course, for places to be described as ‘lush’,‘verdant’ and ‘fertile’ there has to be a useful amount of rain – something we Brits are no strangers to. Summers in the Périgord may be hot and sultry but rain showers are not unusual.
The Périgord has long been prized by royals, tussled over by kings and queens, French and English – notably during the Hundred Years’ War. The numerous castles, straight from the pages of children’s illustrated storybooks, dominate many a craggy hill or promontory. Beynac and Castelnaud, where the English and French glowered at each other across the river border are typical and come complete with stone buttresses, turrets and (replica) siege equipment.
Travel Tips - A holiday in the Dordogne will involve a lengthy drive from any Channel port, so the best advice is to break the journey at least for one night, perhaps in the Loire Valley and certainly south of Paris. As an indication, assume 8 hours drive (800 km) from Calais to Sarlat.
In the heart of the region, Sarlat is the big draw for many: penetrate the modern outer ring of a typical provincial French town and you find a delicious centre with honeycomb streets and alleyways and ancient buildings in rich golden hues. If anything seems familiar it could be that you’ve seen it before in a film. Development restrictions mean an absence of permanent features like street ‘furniture’ and signs, so that the old town can be transported back several hundred years without too much difficulty.
There are lots of enticing restaurants (not all fantastic or good value, so choose carefully). Find a table outside on a balmy summer evening and savour the ambience, the swooping swallows, the soft features of the buildings around and above – you are a tiny fragment in a very, very, long history.
There’s no shortage of excellent campsites in this region and many feature good sized pitches and a wealth of lovely old buildings (bearing in mind many campsites used to be farms, mills and the like). These are often sensitively converted to create charming restaurants, receptions and bars. Many campsites have water frontage and you can paddle or swim in slow moving rivers or venture off along leafy paths or across flower meadows.
With so many high quality eateries, dining out is easy and a real feature of any holiday here. Healthy competition ensures plenty of choice and great value and you’ll find superb restaurants on many campsites, offering local specialities and interesting menus. In fact some site owners seem as proud of their kitchen as their pool complex. One memorable evening I found the plat du jour from the campsite takeaway (yes, the takeaway) was magret de canard with traditional sarladaise potatoes – now that was a little piece of paradise.
Did you know? When Eleanor of Aquitaine married Henry of Anjou, the lands of Aquitaine became her dowry.When Henry became king of England, the English soon developed a taste for the light red wines of Bordeaux – ‘clairet’. Soon the entire wine production of the Bordelais was being shipped to England to satisfy our thirst for ‘claret'