The Lot is a little known department and yet it benefits from being so. I’m not from here, like many Lotois I meet elsewhere, but this territory, made up of cliffs, causses, with its oak forests, its dry stone walls grabbed my heart. Few of us live here, few of us enjoy the quality of life offered by this remote place in the world every day! Because yes, it must be said, to come here, without a car, you must first want to, second, hang on! But once your suitcases are on the ground, it will be hard for you to take them off. So yes, we are not next door, but the trip will dazzle you and if you are looking for a little corner of paradise to get married, a place steeped in history, poetry where the summer is hot but the nights cool, an intimate place that smells of the South West, where the accent is melodious and where life is sweet, come to the Lot! You, your loved ones, Come and love each other, come and exchange your vows at dusk, on the banks of a river, in the chapel of an isolated village, in the shade of an old oak tree.