After a good nights sleep in Castres we breakfasted on coffee and croissants in a bar while watching the comings and goings of the market, where the strawberries were so fresh we could smell them from quite a distance. We bought some local goats cheese, two heart shaped cabicou, for our picnic lunch before setting off and crossing La Meridienne Verte - the border into eastern France. Our morning coffee stop was in Brassac where it was obvious we were now in holiday country as not only could I detect a real southern twang in the accents, but I spotted Belgium, Italian and Dutch cars while we sat and watched the world go by. The driving this morning was mainly through hills and pine forests with foxgloves, ferns, daisies and butterflies enhancing the views. The yellows of Sunday and reds of Monday have been replaced with vivid greens today. We drove past lakes and EDF dams, then left the Tarn and began climbing into the black mountains where the names of Evans, Voeckler and other Tour De France cyclists were still visible on the roads. With the windows down we could feel the warm breeze as we watched the craggy scenery go by.
|The patisserie of the day|
|Nimes from our balcony|