This morning we left Avignon to drive to Carcassonne. We stopped at Pont du
Gard the amazing aquaduct sloping exactly 7 percent (As I remember) to
create the perfect stream of water in Avignon.
As we left, I estimated that we would arrive at Bentes house at 18.00 in
the evening. 18.03 and we pulled in, in front of the house. Scandinavian
precision...
Bente had told is the house was just north of Carcassonne, but in actual
fact we ended up 26 kilometres of winding streets later.
The situation is so remote, that I have got to ask Bente where and why she
has managed to find it in the first place?
The drive from Avignon to the house was mostly done on country roads. The
area is truly spectacular. Wine fields as far as the eye can see, until you
engage on the mountain drive. It is in fact more like driving through a
canyon with steep mountain sides both to the left and to the right.
We did the mistake of leaving Avignon, feeling confident that we would find
a supermache that was open on a Sunday. Eventualy wgen we arrived at the
house we had missed both lunch and dinner opportunities.
After having settled in the house we drove 12 km back to Corgues s. Orbitel
where we managed to find the only open restaurant. 2 entrecotes latee, we
were happy people and we could drive back to the house. We are now very
comfortable with road and I am almost not put off by the thought that I
have to drive 7 km to the nearest patisserie in Las Tours.
Although we had glorious plans about using this place as a base for endless
exploration, I think we both agree, that we will be content with sitting
and reading books in the swirley bench, listenibg to the mountain stream.
Only interupted by the churchbells LITERALLY above our heads.
