Sunny morning. We crossed road into the Carrefour supermarket and bought goodies before climbing steeply out of village through woods to reach a plateau and then the ski centre. The peak loomed before us, but we put one foot in front of the other and carried on.
Neil playing Beau Geste. |
We followed the stripes into the hamlet of Finiel and had a Cornish afternoon with great piles of granite boulders scattered like cannon balls in the fields. The hills in the background are the Cevennes.
The path was interesting and steep. We'd noticed on several days that we could see our destinations, long before we got there, but the steep descents into the villages were such that it always took us longer to get there than we expected.
Le Pont de Montvert has a Mediterranean feel about it and it was surprising to see people in shorts and T shirts sitting on the café terrace. We met Celine, the young woman from Cheylard. We found our hotel over the bridge. We stopped in the Auberge des Cévennes. We had an enjoyable meal of soup, pork fricassee, cheese and creme caramel that evening.
The Auberge des Cévennes is the building with the balcony |
The bridge at Le Pont de Montvert where dreadful things happened in the name of religion. |
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