Easter Sunday and Monday in France

Quite a calm place, this France, on these two holidays. Literally, no one was out and around so that we had nearly every city that we ventured into quite to ourselves. Our tour director said that not very many people in France go to church any longer. Strange when there are so many huge cathedrals.
We visited a city called La Rochelle which is a port city noted for its involvement in the movie "U Boat." We walked the beach and along a special artist's display for Easter. It was the very first harbour where Germany would bring their submarines into the harbour for safety. The big tour for Sunday was our 2-hour visit to the Cognac region and town and the visit to the Hennessey refinery. We learned so much here and we got to view over 150 year-old stored barrels of their finest. We were lucky enough to have a huge taste testing session - all of which G and I enjoyed, however, we now know that cognac is, for us, to be taken with ginger ale. The country of France has been developing techniques to improve the sales of cognac because as the older population fades out, the newer people haven't been stepping up to fill in the gap of sales. People just don't like it. So, they've decided to create cocktails.
Easter Monday, after our tour around Bordeaux, we headed towards Sarlat, a medieval town - oldest buildings in France, and stopped for lunch. G and I walked the tiny streets and found a small restaurant because this area is known for its cuisine. So..... we tested ourselves on true Fois Gras. Shall I tell you how these French people create this delicacy? Well, it comes from ducks and their livers. But, and this is a big but, in order for their livers to get huge and full of fat enough to create a good fois gras, the ducks must be force fed continually to force their livers to grow. In order to force feed them, they shove a tube down their throats by jamming their heads into kind of cow bars, only for ducks, and then pour down the tube lots of things like corn and seeds. Terrible isn't it - let's boycott. Okay, okay, it was delicious but never again. We could just be duck killers.
On to Rocomadour, a town in the middle of nowhere and at the top of the world where it is said the servant man to the Virgin Mary is buried. They say that many miracles have befallen this place and iall of its houses are built into the side of the cliffs.
We are working our way around France and still have 7 days left. Off to drink some cognac. Kind of like force feeding our livers isn't it?