Thoughts on Montlaur, France
Charm, seclusion, relaxation and simplicity - all assets of this small village of less than 600 people in France.
Complete with a harsh, rocky dry landscape and rolling hills that looks that it should belong closer to Jerusalem than Narbonne.
Yet despite the seclusion this is a lively living village with a small yet packed general store, a butcher, a bar, a pharmacy, a hairdresser's and a bakery - no not a candle stick maker, but all one needs to stay secluded if its what ones heart desires.
Endless field of vines, and the privilege to watch them throughout all seasons, from the new buds of the spring, to green and then to finally witness their leaves turn crimson after the harvest of the grapes.
Sun soaked and beautiful soft light in the late afternoon that changes the scenery from harsh colure and shadows and turns everything one sees into pastel like an oil canvas, compete with smells that one only experiences in the South of France.
The wonderful Gorges Du Congoust that winds between the towns, it's beautiful river and scenery with a death defying drive required to swim in the rivers, warm and clean enough to indulge. A diversity of landscapes, from dry rocky Corbieres, to alpine Montsegur, to the coast of Narbonne.
Carcassonne Castle, it's walls and turrets always provoking a sigh of delight at the fascinating history of this wonderful region. The Cathars, the Grail, the War.