. Unfrequented France by river and mead and town. s twin village, rises a sharp pyramidalspur of the Causse Noir, its shelving sides runningvertically down. That mountain wall, imprac-ticable as it seems, we have to scale. The road cut so marvellously round it is excel-lent, wild lavender scenting the way. As we windslowly upwards we see an old bent woman filling asack with the flowery spikes for sale. Thus theCausse, not in one sense but many, is the bread-winner of the people. We follow this zigzag pathwestward, leaving behind us sunny slopes coveredwith peach-trees, vineyards, gardens and o

. Unfrequented France by river and mead and town. s twin village, rises a sharp pyramidalspur of the Causse Noir, its shelving sides runningvertically down. That mountain wall, imprac-ticable as it seems, we have to scale. The road cut so marvellously round it is excel-lent, wild lavender scenting the way. As we windslowly upwards we see an old bent woman filling asack with the flowery spikes for sale. Thus theCausse, not in one sense but many, is the bread-winner of the people. We follow this zigzag pathwestward, leaving behind us sunny slopes coveredwith peach-trees, vineyards, gardens and o Stock Photo
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. Unfrequented France by river and mead and town. s twin village, rises a sharp pyramidalspur of the Causse Noir, its shelving sides runningvertically down. That mountain wall, imprac-ticable as it seems, we have to scale. The road cut so marvellously round it is excel-lent, wild lavender scenting the way. As we windslowly upwards we see an old bent woman filling asack with the flowery spikes for sale. Thus theCausse, not in one sense but many, is the bread-winner of the people. We follow this zigzag pathwestward, leaving behind us sunny slopes coveredwith peach-trees, vineyards, gardens and orchards, till flourishing little Le Rozier and its neglectedstep-sister, Peyreleau, are hidden deep below, dropped, as it seems, into the depths of a gulf. An hours climb and we are on the plateau, wherethe good road is quitted, and we take a mere cart-track between pastures, rye-fields, and woods ofScotch fir. So uneven and blocked with stones isthe road here, that the poorest walker will soon beglad to get down. The deliciousness of the air, and.