There was room for everybody after all, and we had cheese and salad and another cheese and bread and weird mustard and duck stuff and pears.
I was looking over the free books that people leave behind and they almost forgot to take me with them!
Later we went to La Roque-Gageac, where people used to live in caves in the cliffs above the river and where most of the houses are still built into the cliffside, so you might have a 1000-year old cellar. 
But never mind, there are a Great Many castles in this part of France. They’re everywhere. You can stand in one place and look around and see four or five sometimes. We just went on to the next one. Castelnaud was neat, but you couldn’t always go where you wanted. It’s so steep in the town that people tend to sit down on the ancient slate roofs. I guess this one got sat on too many times, but it really does have the best view of the castle! It’s hard to read, but it says ‘this is a roof! No sitting!’ in several languages.
When he went out, Laars and I got to play. Laars was playing with the pin cushion and got stuck in it. He wiggled his way out, but not without a certain amount of difficulty. 
Then I found this really nice scissors. Really sharp and shiny.
Laars said not to play with scissors, but I think that’s just because his were smaller.
We were having a really great time with all of Jérôme’s stuff. Then he came home and made us clean up. We had to clean ourselves up too, because Laars got lint and bits of thread all over him; here we are drying. 
