Yesterday we left the Loire Valley and arrived in Dordogne, in Vézac, where George decided it was time to return to our roots. Our real roots. As in Cro‑Magnon. The region is full of painted caves, rock shelters, and archaeological sites; the Vézère Valley — nicknamed the Capital of Prehistory — is dotted with famous …
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