One day, when the skies were blue and the air was slightly chilled, Jena invited me to acompany her on a walk to the next village, just down the hill, Roquefere.
As we left Labastide I noticed the date above this door, I hadn't walked this way at all, and it was amazing to see how old the buildings were in this little mountainside village.
Built in 1893.
Further down the road there was another marker in the top of an arch, 1888.
We had a lovely visit here and then headed back up the hill as it was getting dark.
Jena had walked this earlier and seen the Pyranees.
The river was low here, but later in our stay it became much stronger after some heavy rians.
Jena and I joined her for a while and took in the vista.
Soon we joined the asphalt road that serviced the other side of the mountain. We turned left and headed down towards Roquefere.
In the trees you can discover the ruins of old homes.
We saw these rocky structures on the skyline opposite and wondered what they were. We asked at the cafe and were told that they were in fact the four Cathar chateaux at Lastours. We were just seeing them from the opposite side of the mountain.
I spied this exposed tree root, and it was art to my eyes.
Everywhere in this hilly place you see tereraces built., allowing for gardens etc.
We made it too La Fenial, our little coffee shop This time I treated myself to a crepe and a cafe creme, after our long hike. It was with lemon juice and sugar and so good.
All the villages are well lit with beautiful lamps at night.
Good bye to this charming village. The air is so fresh and clear here, and the walking is so peaceful, as you hardly see another living soul. If and when you do meet the locals, they are so friendly.
I did do some more challenging walks, that took me many hours to arrive at distant villages, but that my friend, is another story.