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Autoire
At random in the lanes taken, you discover, dazzled, a fountain surrounded by half-timbered houses; further on, the overhangs of old white dwellings with brown tile roofs; elsewhere, one, two, three manor houses, each prettier than the last, all smart and flanked by turrets. From the church, you pass to a terrace from which the view plunges onto the Limargue mill and the rocky cirque that shelters Autoire to the south-west. The viscounts of Turenne took care of their vassal towns and, during the Hundred Years' War, Saint-Céré like Autoire suffered little, well protected by the mighty ramparts of Saint-Laurent.
The village today pursues its peaceful life, in the heart of a magnificent region where everything is worth seeing: from above, for its castles, down to the bottom, for its cirque, and lower still, for the Presque caves and the Padirac chasm, with its mysterious underground river.





