http://czechinthekitchen.com/2018/08/05/czech-fruit-dumplings/ After spending the night at Cabessut, just upstream and across the Lot River from Cahors, we awoke to 42 degree weather.
We backtracked to Port Bullier to moor while we walked around town and picked up some items we had forgotten.
We walked through the filthiest alleyway ever in France as the quickest route from Port Bullier to Rue Gambetta (we called the pigeon toilette). Once we made out way past the disgusting impasse, we saw half-timbered houses with brick overhangs, decorated courtyards, and houses with carved facades typical of the Renaissance (featuring rose, suns, branches, etc.)
We revisited Cathedral Ste-Etienne, dating back to the 11th century, and a stopping place along the pilgrim route to Compostela, to check out its stained glass windows, organ, and cloister and garden. This time they were playing organ music and the music filled the cathedral, the sun was shining in the windows – just simply beautiful.
The oldest part of the church is the nave, 66 feet wide.  Above it are two domes 52 feet across. The north entrance of the church, no longer the main entrance, is perhaps the most elaborate. The cloister next to the church and accessible through it dates from the 1500’s.
We walked through the empty plaza (where the market was on Saturday) and found the grocery store to pick up dishwashing liquid, more wine, and a few other essentials. We hauled our purchases back to the boat and then headed up Rue Gambetta for the plat du jour, filet of trout or lamb at a sidewalk restaurant Le Bourdeaux, enjoying the sunshine and warmth. Lou tried the Salad Compargnade, Shoe had a plate of charcuterie, Carol had lasagne, Sandy and Pat had the fish, and Mike, of course, had lamb.
Back on board, we left Cahors around 1:15 PM. After maneuvering through our second lock at 3:03 PM, we pulled over to the anchorage at Arcambal PK 171. Sandy and Lou walked into Arcambal, checking out the almost deserted village. Later, we may try to locate its traditional brewery, la Brasserie Ratz where a local beer called biere d’Olt is brewed. Mike cooked up our red and yellow peppers, onions, and sausage. We all strolled into town and just missed the brewery; the sales person was locking the gates as we walked up there. We returned to the boat, for our dinner of fresh rustique bread and sausage and peppers.