Quercy

On the horizons of the pale-coloured rocks of its causses, where the fleeting light of poppies bursts forth, its rivers, some hiding underground, have carved out their deep lifelines. From the light radiating from its villages, sanctuaries or shelters, planted firmly on the white brow of its cliffs to the deep, mysterious night of its caves and chasms, from the imposing mass of its fortresses to the delicate sculptures of its abbeys and churches, from the leafy branches of its vineyards to the dark groves of its walnut trees, the Quercy plays on these oppositions. It is a profoundly original land with its subtle dose of realism and dreams.