After a mostly sleepless final night in Carcassonne (courtesy of a suspect burger that exited via a relentless and fairly explosive onslaught), I lurched into the car, fortified by Imodium (other brands are available) and we set off for the Gorges du Tarn, specifically Millau.
Millau is famous for its viaduct, designed by Sir Norman Foster (Englishman, obviously) and some French geezer.
Apologies for the poor picture. This was as close as I could get without paying an extortionate fee.
Millau is situated in the Massif Central (the middle pointy bit of France), parts of which are designated as yet another UNESCO heritage site. (These UNESCO boys need to get a grip, they seem to be handing out awards like sweets).
Restored after a full 12 hours sleep, we set out to drive through the Gorge du Tarn, keen to inspect exactly what excited the UNESCO team.
It's really rather lovely. Quite the place for outdoor types I imagine.
In fact, JB took time out from driving to muck about on some of the rock faces, with his usual style and grace. ( The lad's a natural.....)
We could have been set to spend quite a few days here, but for,( and to quote previously mentioned cigar chomper Winston Churchill)
THE GATHERING STORM:
More tomorrow........(hopefully)
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