Quercy Sud-Ouest

In the heart of Quercy Blanc

The territory of Quercy Sud-Ouest is located north-west of Tarn-et-Garonne, bordering the departments of Lot and Lot-et-Garonne.

The omnipresence of white stone and rocky outcrops have contributed to the name of this area: Quercy Blanc. The people of here, knew how to tame this material in order to adorn the religious buildings, the farms and the residences of the rich merchants. The city of Lauzerte is a magnificent example and proudly bears its title of “Most Beautiful Villages of France”.

This sparkling white can however be smeared with purple with the lavender fields and other colors offered by the multitude of varieties of wild orchids, not to mention the green of the Chasselas vines and oak woods.

And no, it’s not just in Provence that we produce lavender!

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Lavender from Quercy

Formerly, Quercy lavender was recognized for its specific qualities. Hélène Lafon and Xavier Leplaideur reconnect with this culture practiced by their grandparents in Touffailles. They cultivate organic lavender, distill it on site and practice mixed farming with their flock of Lacaune ewes. Come in June or July so as not to miss the flowering!

Xavier Leplaideur and Hélène Lafon

The Lacontal farm produces organic lavender from Quercy. For Xavier Leplaideur and Hélène Lafon agriculture rhymes with respect for the environment and ancestral tradition, it is from this fertile marriage that you will discover the treasures in this portrait.

Lou Roc des Nobis

The legend of Roquecor!

The first traces of settlement date back to the Bronze Age, particularly at the “Lou Roc des Nobis” troglodyte site, located below the village.
It was in the late Middle Ages that the village was formed, around the castles of Roquecor and Couyssels, both built in the 13th century.
“Lou Roc des Nobis” below the village under the cliff, lets a mysterious legend hover around him: at the dawn of the Middle Ages, a beautiful wedding took place in the church of Saint-Martin de Roquecor. Lords, peasants and knights, all gathered around a large table, feasting under the ramparts of the castle.
Suddenly, with a terrible crash, a huge boulder was detached, the betrothed and their guests, were engulfed forever. This rock and the place from which it broke off are still visible.