We spent much of last week in the south of France, in a tiny Medieval village perched on a hilltop surrounded by not-quite-mountains. Lots of good food was consumed, and lots of fine wine was drunk. I don’t have much time to write today, so I thought I’d let the pictures do most of the talking for this post. This is the view of the village as you approach it.
This was the view from our bedroom window.
Walking around the village, there are lovely views around every corner.
The windmill is the village bakery, and it has the best views of all.
On the second day it was a bit colder, so we travelled to the Medieval city of Carcassone. On the way, we passed this magnificent field of poppies.
With its turreted ramparts, Carcassone looks like a chateau.
On the inside of the ramparts, the city’s winding streets reminded me very much of Mont St Michel.
Back to the village…
Towering over the village is a ruined chateau, perched improbably on top of a massive peak. We had fun climbing up the steps to explore what’s left of the chateau, admiring the fabulous, far-reaching views all the way.
On the far right, you can just about make out the terracotta rooftops of the village where we were staying. You can also see the winding mountain road that snakes its way back to the village. We walked all the way back to the village in the blazing sunshine – an achievement for two unfit people like us!
I was glad of that hat!
The long walk back to the village.
Our shadows in the evening light on the last night, by the windmill, admiring the views of the church and the chateau on the hill in the background. And nursing a blister from the long walk!