Ibis Millau

Took us a while to find a park last night as we were aiming to stay in Le Rozier which is close to the start of Gorges de Tarn as that was the drive we wanted to do today. <br><br>Unfortunately roadworks stood in our way and we took the next best option of the drive through Gorges du la Jonte. <br><br>Stunning is the best way to descirbe this drive. I got the ...

... meaningless and only now, the present, was what mattered. Since I will be away for so long, it seems only natural that this would happen. I have never had such a perspective. I was so used to the idea of having a test in 3 weeks, a paper in 4 days, and your whole world is surrounded by constraints. I think that I will have a hard time readjusting to that aspect of life when I get back.<br><br>This trip has also given ...

So I'm going to nix Portugal from my plans. I started getting a bad feeling when I called them the other day in order to confirm my arrival and they had no idea who I was. Maybe I spoke too fast, but they seemed really confused by my arrival. I sent an email to the guy and he seemed really mad that my dates kept changing and he told me it wasn't worth their time if I came less ...

... it feels like the beginning of every vacation but I know that it's not. I have to take it one day at a time and see what happens. I already have a lot of fun plans ahead of me, though. I will be eating dinner at my sister's house tonight, where my little nephews, Leo and Valentin, are very eager to see me. I found notes on my pillows when I got to my Dad's from them, saying that ...

... to a park range and has a great love of the area including the flora and fawna. I asked why there were people living in the park and if they were allowed to keep livestock. Apparently they are encouraged to continue living the lifestyle they have for centuries. Having livestock grazing keeps the trees from reinhabiting the land. Aparently that is a good thing. If trees come back than the animal species that have ...

... who runs the inn is the 3rd generation of her family to own and operate it. Our room looks out over the castle and a small river. We love this place! The inn has a small restaurant - the only place to eat for miles. There is also a patio for lunch that is directly beneath the castle and which overlooks the small mountain river. The food in the restaurant is excellent. Last night John had a plate of sheep's brains!!!!! YUCK! They are a local specialty of the area. Actually ...

... is definitely one of our favorites because it is immaculate and the setting is amazing. There are a few restaurants, a couple of small inns and shops. The Tarn river has a mix of rapids and pool areas as it winds through this village. It was a bit cool for swimming but we really wanted to go. John waded into the river and it was cold. There are canoe and rafting trips down the river and the hillsides are covered with wild iris, red poppy's, wild ...

We are still staying in Florac tonight, but we took a beautiful drive to this village today. The Cevennes national park countryside is gorgeous with big, green hills and hardly any homes or buildings...just countryside! We went on a 5km hike to the Chateau Roquedhouil, a nice old home built in the 1500's. There was a very tall sequoia tree that was planed in 1887 and was about 25 feet in circumference.

... as soon as we parked another shower hit us and we dived for cover under a shop awning. When it stopped, we headed up the hill through the winding medieval lanes. They are amazingly steep, and not easy to walk on, especially when the cobbles are wet. They are definitely worth the challenge and the town has made an effort to tell its history - if your French is up to it. The overhanging buildings gave us shelter from the next few ...

... at it. It is even stranger when driving towards the bridge and noticing at either end of the bridge the bit where it rests on the land. I wondered how strong the hill must be to hold up this massive concrete lump. And I wondered how deep they must have dug to drop the bridge's pillars into the ground. Millau is humming with the energy of the hundred kilometre marathon runners. Roads are jammed full of spectators and cars. I find a parking space and squeeze in.