Gourdon the Saracen

Meredith proposed that we should all post a photo of our home towns or villages and, obedient as I am, I was just browsing through looking for something appropriate when I came across these.
They're not recent photos. I took them last October during the Indian Summer which faded into Indian Autumn and thence to Indian Winter and have never got round to posting them.

The 3rd photo shows the village from the road perched on its crag safe from invaders from the sea. It's called Gourdon the Saracen and these days it's been invaded by tourists and the old houses have been turned into shops and boutiques selling all sorts of local products.

The village is lovely with a handful of winding lanes filled with houses whose stones are easy on the eye even in the dazzling light of high Summer. There's a Chateau with a gem of a garden designed by Le Notre and featured on the BBC, no less, and on a clear day there are the most breathtaking views both from the Chateau and the viewing table.

I stopped and had a cool drink at the cafe/restaurant which, I promise wasn't the one in the fly-in-a-pizza incident.

PS Thanks for all your comments which I really do love reading.
Browsing through this two days later (sometimes I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer) I hope no one thought I actually live here because I don't. Where I live's much more ordinary but at least the roads are less suicidal...
Meredith: the path is called Chemin du Paradis which has to be the biggest misnomer ever as it's a, in theory, 30 minute slog up a near perpendicular, rock strewn path, the sort where you put one foot forward, it slips and you end up grazing your knees.
But the view is superlative.