Following our visit to Rennes-Le-Chateau and our winding way to and through the Gorges de Galamus we eventually ended up taking a late lunch in Estagel. I have memories of eating a delicious tuna salad sitting opposite this clock tower and watching the world go by.

After a day walking around the walled city we had a change of scenery and ventured out along the narrow roads into the beautiful Rousillon – Languedoc countryside. This involed a drive up to Rennes-Le-Chateau, which is where the view in this photo was taken. The road was a little nerve racking due to the sheer drop which was luckily on the opposite side of the car to me, so I wasn’t able to see down. The view at the top was well worth the journey and the little church of conspiricy fame was very interesting.

We found a flatter way out of the little town and ended up going through some very very narrow streets of another small town. On one very narrow turn a man came out of his house. I think he was going to assist to make sure his house didn’t get hit, I noticed there were some bumps and scrapes on the house opposite!! The corner was navigated safely without his help which left him standing in the road for a few seconds before going back into his house. We then made our way to another very very narrow road that took us through the Gorges de Galamus which was also very spectacular. I didn’t get any photos going through because in ‘that car‘ it needed four eyes to navigate safely

Much later we ended up in Estagel for a very late lunch which was enjoyed whilst looking at the very unusual bell tower. After this it was time to make the way back to the hotel with a slight detour to see the Mediterranean.

The evening meal was in a restaurant in Carcassonne beneath a canopy of vines which were sprinkling natural confetti onto the table cloth. The meal was rudely interupted by a sudden thunder storm and everyone was relocated inside. I was all for getting a taxi back to the hotel, but I was informed it had stopped raining. Famous last words… I got soaked!! The irony was that as I left the hotel I had realised that I had forgotten my umberella only to be informed that I wouldn’t need it…