Rocamadour & the Black Madonna: A Place Where the Soul Kneels
There are places that ask something of you the moment you arrive. Rocamadour is one of them. Clinging improbably to a sheer limestone cliff, Rocamadour does not unfold gently. You see it all at once — stacked stone buildings rising vertically, a sanctuary pressed into rock, and above it all, the open sky. It feels less like a village and...
