Aydat reminded me of the Lakes Region of New Hampshire. It had a lovely lakeside park, boardwalk and little fish-shanty like restaurants. As we looked around, it was easy to imagine we were back home, except for the presence of all the speedos (ick). The kids had fun playing in an elaborate but overly-crowded playground for a bit, but then despite lack of swimwear, they romped around in the warm-ish waters of Lac d'Aydat while we took in the sights of tourists and sailboats and enjoyed the warm breeze.
In Orcival we discovered a lovely little village square, overpowered by a magnificent basilica.
Little twists and turn of the main road gave way to darling centuries-old houses, surrounded by much more modern dwellings. It created such a strange effect, making it appear like the older structures were what didn't belong.
The basilica dates back to the 11th century. The sun fought against the shadows inside as it pierced through the stained glass. It always amazes me to see how much the light and dark seem to battle it out in these majestic stone churches. It makes the light-flooded altars that much more breathtaking. It's hard not to hold my breath in awe in a place like this.
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