We visited this village several times, as it was a pleasant 30 minute hike down / up a winding trail surrounded by wild flowers / nettles and nice views. There are two castles in the immediate vicinity, both ruined, dating from around 1200. One terrace of houses looks to have been built into a wall of one of the old castles.
|The mountains all have names...Bill seemed to soak up that information.|
Had there only been a train station nearby to connect the village to the rest of the world, I would have seriously considered moving, in spite of the fact that I only have maybe 100 words of French I can shyly stutter.
|Not a handicapped-friendly place, this.|
Had there been a train nearby, no doubt a lot more than 570 people would live here.
|Salle des Fetes - Celebration Rooms, maybe like the English Assembly Rooms?|
See second ruined castle at the top.
I suspect the village thrives in large part because of the caravan camping site bringing tourist trade, though given its long history, perhaps it would do fine without.
We were quite taken with this lovely memorial for WWI (I re-wrote that sentence, to avoid putting 'lovely' and 'war' next to one another). Two things were very interesting: one is an added plaque concerning a soldier involved in France's war with Algeria in the 1960s. We couldn't decide which side he was on. I've tried reading about this, but haven't got my head around it yet. The other thing was looking at the names of WWI casualties: many losses had the same surname - an observation we made on every WWI memorial we saw. The war must have not only decimated the male population of this small village, it may well have wiped out entire families. It's impossible for me to imagine what living at that time must have been like.
We came here several times, exploring a bit further each time. So don't think you've seen the last of Bourdeax on this blog...