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As we leave the aire traffic in the town is manic, gridlock on the mini roundabouts and every parking spot full.
We take a pretty, winding route to Gourdon, crossing the river and climbing to rock heights then descending to the valley floor. At Gourdon we fnd the service point, which turns out to be about as awkward a it could be. The grey water is up over a raised drain, requiring a hose; the fresh water is an oval stub which won't take a hose so we have to use a jerry can and the French family who chose to set up camp right beside the drain have the fun of watching Ali chuck the contents of our crapper down the hole as they are having their lunch.
Time for another Passion today. Among geese farms and vineyards and nut farms we find the Musee d'agricole at Salviac, and arrive around 13:30. We make our way up from the shaded parking in the 31C heat and buy our €8 tickets. The musem has a huge collection of tractors dating back to the 1920s as well as farming implements, wooden carts, reapers and threshers. The exhibits are laid out in a series of tarpaulin tunnels, and the slight breeze is relief from the sun's heat.
After tractors come cars and military vehicles. Some real old favourites like Renault Dauphine, Traction Avant, Citroen DS and rarer ones like R4 Gordini and Citroen SM. There are motorcyles, bicycles, a school room and a recreation of a dwelling with range, cots, tables and domestic equipment, and a large display of grandfather clocks. It's all very interesting and informative.
The village has another museuum dediated to old clocks, ironically there are no opening times on its poster.
After our visit we scurry back to our shady parking and sit under the awning listening to the cicadas.
During the evening a French couple arrive in a big A-Class towing a car on a trailer. It's good entertainment. The car is unloaded, the trailer is reversed into the hedge from various angles, the van is pronounced level and the car is parked beside the van. Then the sat-dish is deployed.
Later a family from Ipswich arrive on bikes and set up their tents beside us and say how much they are enjoying cycling and wild camping.
The temperature drops to 28C as we go inside after a light, nibbly supper.
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