Lac du Salagou.

Lac du Salagou is south of Lozere, north of Montpellier, so sort of bottom middle, to the right as you look at the map. A remote place with wine coloured soil (volcanic?) And a shortage of fresh drinking water. As Chantal was with me we stayed in a campsite (showers, toilets, water) and it  made a lovely change. Chantal was thrilled by the hot showers, I was puzzled by the fact they were always cold...until she helpfully pointed out that I was using the cold one..note blue motif on door as opposed to red. Doh.

The site was very friendly, clean and spacious but they did come round at 10pm (on the dot) to tell us to pipe down. There are certain rules the French really like. 

We noticed that its quite the fashion in these parts to seek out white stone and use to contrast with the burgundy terre to make a statement.

Zoe, nice girl..bit of a swot.

Jules, likes to stand out from the crowd. A proper show off...

Holly, teacher's pet..likes bubble writing.

Nahla. SEN.

All in all we loved it. Stayed Friday night, headed to Montpellier. 

Lozere.

Beautiful Lozere, where the land is dry, the towns have names like 'Le Nouveau Monde' and there are wolves and bison.

Ate local delicacy, aligot (basically stretchy cheesy mash)

Visited the longest bridge in Europe.

2.5 kms long... though obvs not the tallest...

Pont de Milliau.

In Lozere all the roof tiles are round.

And the gorges deep (along the Tarn).

THEN (courtesy of Flo) visited 'the most beautiful town in France' and it is. Probably. Saint-Enimie, on the Tarn. An old stone town on a hill, at the foot of a ruined abbey.

Winding streets.

Flowering steps.

Comely corners.

Well done walls.

Vivacious vistas.

Then we headed to Marvejols. A walled town. Avoid driving through in your camper van, I did. 

Old gate. 

And twinned. 

Annecy. Belley.

Monday's wake up view. Annecy.

Betty was suitably impressed.

Headed to Belley to meet friend Stephane.

Drove west of Belley to Cerin where we walked to a waterfall.

Via the Lac de Ambleon.

Child dipping.

Visited an old watermill. Saw the grindstone, still in place. Approx 3m diameter.

Got a tic. Eugh. On the buttock. That's one photograph I never took. 

Headed south to Atrenas.