I wish we had translated this sign before we headed off up the road to the gorge.
We had had a worrying start to the day when the heater ALARM sign was on when we woke up and nothing Mick did could get it to go off for longer than 10 minutes. Now this heater warms the house on set times during the day and evening. I emailed our hostess and she advised us to call an English friend of hers who lives nearby. Anyway, it is a long story and I won’t bore you with it, but I write this post very well rugged up in a very cold house and it is likely to be like this for awhile.
There was nothing we could do, so we headed off on our planned excursion to the Gorge de Galamus about 25 Km from here.

This photo shows the Hermitage of St Anthony of Galamus clinging to the cliffside overlooking the Agly River.

This worried us for a minute or two, but Mick fixed it for us.

Although very steep in parts, we had the path to ourselves and made it safely to the door of the hermitage.

We thought we’d celebrate with a selfie.

It was very cold in the shade of the gorge.
The next part of the journey was through the narrow gorge to a village called Cubières-sur-Cinoble. We had planned on having lunch there. This road is so narrow that in the high season they have traffic lights to guide the traffic safely through – taking turns in each direction.

We were the only car on the road, and all I could think of was thank goodness there was another way home.

See how the road snakes around the edge of the cliff. Mick took these shots for me as well as for the blog. I had to watch the road. 👀

A pretty young girl got out of this car and turned us back down the same narrow road. Thank goodness everyone else had read the sign I showed at the start of this post saying the road was closed between 8am and 5pm each day until 16/12/16, and so had not even tried to come up or down the road.
We drove back towards Saint-Paul-de-Fenouillet to find somewhere for lunch.




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