There’s something quietly magnetic about Bergerac. You don’t rush there, you *arrive*, and then the rhythm of the place does the rest. The Dordogne River flows past as if it has nowhere else to be, and somehow, after a few minutes, you feel the same. Walking through the medieval streets feels a bit like drifting through a painting—timbered houses leaning toward narrow cobbled … [Read more...] about Bergerac, France — Where Time Moves a Little Softer