25Early Wednesday morning, Patty managed to hustle Ashley out of bed and into a rental car. The drive to Rocamadour would to take a while, and she wanted to be first in line at the Ecopark to see the show that featured falcons and hawks flying free over the valley.
Ashley sat slumped in the passenger seat, sunglasses on. “Are we allowed any breakfast?” she asked crossly. “Or is this forced march not stopping for anything all day?”
“Very funny,” said Patty. “Listen, I agreed to come to Castillac only because you promised we could visit this Ecopark thing. Otherwise I would never have wanted to spend my very first trip outside the country coming to a small village where nothing ever happens.”
“I would hardly call this trip uneventful.”
“Well, okay, but now what? We’re holed up at La Bara
