a morning of lows (rental car host gone to ground, not responding to messages, and no other cars available), of hope ( we found Clara, who will take us to the places we can’t reach by bus), and of the sense of abundance as we wandered through the Wednesday market in Sarlat: every kind of duck preserve, from confit to terrine to sausage; wild strawberries; huge rounds of local cheeses; nougats; mushrooms fresh and dried (morels, cepes, chanterelles, trumpets); wines; nuts; and overhead, a blue sky out of a book of hours. Church bells. Dogs.
...Theresa Kishkan 
Mmmm! Salivating.
And another Sarlat market tomorrow!