Limestone track, like a coastal heath.
Simplicity in limestone.
Limestone town, Montcuq.
A solitary day on the track, and a very quiet night in an empty gîte, but not before a thorough stroll round another lovely old town.
Montcuq has had to defend itself over the centuries. Like many a town in southern France, it was a Cathar stronghold, smacked around by Simon de Montfort and the northern Catholics. Lost its fortifications, was later smacked around by the English, then, a few centuries later, by protestants! Can’t win sometimes, can you?
It still has its donjon, but no-one could stop those anglais just buying the South of France when the pound was strong.