Day Ten: Rocamadour, Grumpies, and Down Time

On our honeymoon, over seven years ago, we visited a beautiful village built into a steep cliff called Rocamadour. When we told the girls it was nearby, they both were excited to go. Here is a photo of me circa 2004:



Today, we started at the top and worked our way down:



The girls and I walking through a tunnel that opens into a courtyard...


Me on the other side seven years earlier:



Kenny and Eliza on the same stairs I had photographed on our honeymoon:


Unfortunately, the girls were in a pissy mood today. After ten days of sightseeing, we figured they were entitled to at least one day of grumpiness. But, of course, ice cream always makes it better...


Once we left, Samantha and I had some quality time at home and all was forgiven and forgotten:


Smiles soon ensued as we had lazy play time...


It's hard not to laugh with Uncle Greg around:




And he let the girls use his super fancy camera:



Then it was time to chase Mommy back to the house for dinner with Carol: