Back to France – Foix and Carcassonne

Today I headed back to France from Andorra. I drove north, passing through some of the tiny country’s ski resorts, before a long tunnel brought me to the border. The scenery was immediately different in France – greener, with lots of pretty flowers on the slopes of the mountains.

My first stop was at Ax-les-Bains, a pretty spa town, where I had a coffee and studied my guidebook’s recommended driving route. They suggested a detour to see an impressive rock formation deep in the mountains, so I set off along a steeply rising and winding country road, and then into a forest, and then up a hill along a very narrow forest track with space for one car only and a sheer drop on one side. I drove up carefully, praying that I would not meet anyone coming the other way, and at the top saw a sign for the Pas de l’Ours viewing point. The spot was obviously very rarely visited, since the short path to reach the belvedere was heavily overgrown. After I had fought my way through some aggressive vegetation (and even more aggressive ants) an amazing view opened up, which I stopped to admire. To add to nature’s impressive show, in the distance on a different mountain was perched the castle of Montsegur, which must have been totally impossible to take by storm.

The Amazing view from the Pas de l’Ours -1

The Amazing view from the Pas de l’Ours – 2 – Monsegur Castle is just visible to the right

Soon I needed to continue my route. I squeezed my car along some more kilometres of forest track before I eventually ended up back on a proper road. I was now running behind schedule; the view from the Pas de l’Ours had been really wonderful, but I was beginning to wonder if it was really worth the nearly two hour detour I had made along bumpy tracks to see it. My next destination was Foix, a charming small French town with a very photogenic castle (whose construction started in the early tenth century).

Memorial to members of the Resistance and to the Deported, Foix

My penultimate destination for the day – and of this trip – was Carcassonne, famous for its Unesco-listed medieval citadel. The city came into prominence in Roman times, and was later an important stronghold of the Visigoths. By the 12th century, it had become an important center for the Catharism – a religious sect distinct from, but borrowing elements of, Christianity. As such Carcassonne was the target for the Cathar Crusade (or Albigensian Crusade) , a military campaign initiated by the then Pope and executed over 1209-1229 by the French crown. The crusade aimed to crush the Cathar movement but also to extend the authority of the king of France in the South. When Carcassonne was captured, its people were allowed to leave alive but without any of their possessions; some of them settled nearby and founded what is now the lower part of the city. Today, they city has an exceptionally preserved fortified medieval city, imposingly located on a hill, and a very pleasant and slightly less ancient lower town.

Approaching the Citadel (sorry, terrible light for this photo)

I parked in the lower town, made the classic climb up to the citadel’s main gate and entered to explore the streets of the ancient city.

The walls of the citadel from the outside

It was indeed incredibly well-preserved and very pretty – despite the occasional tacky souvenir shop. It was a blisteringly hot day, so I darted from one patch of shade to another. I found further respite from the sun by going to the city’s castle, a visit which includes the option to walk a complete circuit of the ramparts of the citadel.

Exploring Carcassone’s citadel took me a couple of hours. I could have stayed longer, but the heat was oppressive and I needed to carry on to my next destination, a party thrown by friends of mine in a stylish “chateau” just outside Toulouse. We ate, drank, chatted and danced under the early morning. The next day I got up early, drank a lot of coffee, and drove back to Toulouse airport for the flight home.

The venue for my friends’ evening party….

Well, that’s it for this series of posts. The Pyrenees have really impressed me – usually pretty, sometimes spectacular, and very varied, with their contrast between the dry Spanish side and green French part. They join a very small list of places that I plan to return to – next time I will try to do more hiking and less driving, and to properly explore Ordesa and Monte Perdido.

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24th June 2025 2

Beauty and the Beast – from Bielsa to Andorra

Today I began the long drive back to Toulouse via the tiny country of Andorra – a tiny principality sandwiched between Spain and France in the Pyrenees. First, I made a short detour driving up the Valle de Pineta from Bielsa to reach a semi-circular wall of mountains similar to the Cirque de Gavarnie that I had visited a couple of days before. I did not have time for a walk, so simply stopped to admire the view and take photos.

The magnificent scenery of the Valle de Pinetas

The road to Andorra was pleasant rather than spectacular. Occasionally I would stumble across pretty mountain villages but mostly the countryside was dry and deserted.

My main excitement during the drive was watching the low fuel warning light come on and anxiously checking where the next petrol station might be – I had seen none for miles – but in the end I made it to the small border city of La Sue d’Urgell, which had one. The entry to Andorra, a few km further ahead, was marked by a large customs and immigration post, and suddenly the road changed completely. It still went through pleasant mountains but was much busier and lined on either side by shopping centres and (suddenly) endless petrol stations. As I approached Andorra la Vella – the country’s main and only city – the traffic became denser, and the ugly modern constructions more oppressive.

After fighting my way through traffic jams and roadworks, I found my hotel and set off to explore on foot. The city was unlike anything I had seen anywhere before. It completely filled what might once have been a pretty river valley, surrounded by mountains. There was a tiny old town, accessible by walking up a hill or taking an elevator, where I stopped for some inventive cocktails in one of the many cheap bars.

Enjoying cheap drinks in Andorra’s old town

Outside of this area, the city was a dense mass of duty-free shopping, traffic, building sites and road works. Its main landmark was the fast-flowing river La Valira that flows right through the centre – it seemed to me that the water was rushing to revert to nature and escape the ugliness of man’s work.

Having bought some presents for my friends, I thought the best use of my time would be to treat myself to dinner in a good restaurant – and I was reward by an excellent and well reasonably priced feast. Andorra la Vella had been a strange experience. It has lots of duty free shops, good hotels, and some excellent value bars and restaurants…but frankly it is an ugly city. I was glad to see it once, but also glad to be moving on back to France the next day.

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23rd June 2025 9

From the Canyon d’Añisclo to Ordesa and Monte Perdido National Park

Today I set off from Bielsa on what turned out to be a spectacular driving tour. I headed south, before turning off onto a small side road to the Canyon d’Añisclo. The road entered a deep river gorge, with steep sides before splitting into two separate one-way tracks.

My route wound along the side of a small river, with steep cliffs towering far above me.

I made slow progress – not because the driving was difficult, but because I made so many stops to take pictures of the amazing scenery.

I arrived at a small parking area and got out to stretch my legs and have a look around. The car park offered spectacular views up and down the canyon, and to the other side where some sort of chapel had been carved into the cliff face.

Is that…..a little chapel in the cliff face?

A sign advertised a short circular walk named after San Urbez, a local hermit who lived in the area.

An interesting forest in the Canyon d’Añisclo

The path led down through a pretty forest, crossed a bridge and then climbed up to the chapel – which was furnished with simple pews, as if it was still in occasional use.

After the chapel I had the choice of using an ancient bridge or a new one built on top of it to regain my car.

I spent another hour driving through some impressive mountain scenery, noticing that the Spanish Pyrenees are different to the French ones – steeper, and much drier. I stopped for a drink at Torla, a pretty old town that is the gateway to the Ordesa and Monte Perdido National Park.

The road into the park followed a gorge with steep mountains on either side, finally arriving at a large car park. Looking around, I felt myself transported to some of the most spectacular national parks I had seen in America – on all sides mountains towered above me, some of them twisted into fantastical shapes. I had read that the car park was the starting point for some amazing hikes, but sadly I did not have the time to do anything more than stroll a short way up the river valley and absorb the jaw-dropping views. I resolved to come back and explore Ordesa properly another time.

In Ordesa and Monte Perdido National Park

Amazing mountains in Ordesa and Monte Perdido National Park

Finally, it was time to head back, and in a couple of hours I was back in Bielsa – for once, getting home early enough to be able to relax a bit, sort out my photos and write my blog. I stopped by the local supermarket to buy dinner and stock up on a typically Spanish tradition – sweet, fortified wines and sherries served directly from big casks.

The minimum amount you could buy was two litres, which cost a derisory seven euros. I bought some sherry and enjoyed a glass sitting on the town’s main square in the early evening sun, reflecting on an exceptional day.

As my regular readers know I am a well-travelled bear but finding such scenery in a place only a few hours flying/driving from London was something really special. I will be back.

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22nd June 2025 4

Driving in the Foothills of the Pyrenees – Bagnères-de-Bigorre and Saint-Betrand-de-Comminges

The Bear is Back! After my last trip to far away New Zealand, this one is much closer to home – the Pyrenees. I flew from London to Toulouse in just under 2 hours (compared to 25h for my return from Auckland), picked up a hire car and was soon in my hotel in Tarbes, my base for the first few days (more about Tarbes in a future post).

The next day I set off in the direction of the high Pyrenees, ready to tackle the demanding hike to the Breche de Roland, a gap in the mountain range which by legend was formed when the hero Roland, mortally wounded at Roncesvalles, through away his sword. It landed 200km away and cut a cleft in the mountains. However, just after leaving Tarbes I noticed that the high mountains were covered with thick cloud, and I was unlikely to see anything on my walk. So, I changed plans and went for a driving tour of the Pyrenees foothills.

My first stop was the spa town of Bagnères-de-Bigorre. I refreshed myself with a coffee before exploring the many interesting buildings in the town, including a museum built by a rich resident…

…the main thermal complex…..

…quaint old houses…

….and an ancient tower, all that is now left of a former church.

From Bagnères-de-Bigorre my trip took me deep into the countryside to the former Cistercian abbey of Escaldieu. The abbey and its grounds were the setting for a rather good contemporary art exhibition. The outdoor exhibits were particularly imaginative….

Escaldieu Abbey and some impressive modern art

After the abbey, I passed the impressive castle of Mauvezin…

….before driving east through pretty countryside to Saint-Betrand-de-Comminges. This small town started as a Roman settlement, which eventually became an important centre of the Christian faith. It fell into decline after the fall of the Roman empire but remained a bishopric and came back into prominence when Bertrand of Comminges, a French knight, was nominated as its bishop in 1083. He organised construction of the cathedral that stands to this day, was later canonised, and gave his name to the town that he had put back on the map.

Saint-Betrand-de-Comminges’ cathedral seen from below

Today, Saint-Betrand-de-Comminges is a wonderfully preserved and peaceful medieval French town.

Street scene, Saint-Betrand-de-Comminges

Aside from the tomb of St Bertrand himself, its cathedral has cloisters with a great view of the surrounding countryside…

…. some beautifully carved wooden stalls….

The stalls in the cathedral, Saint-Betrand-de-Comminges

….and a huge organ, supported by wooden beams and hanging in mid-air.

The magnificent organ, Saint-Betrand-de-Comminges Cathedral

I spent a pleasant hour soaking up the atmosphere and enjoying a cold drink before heading back to Tarbes, over mountain roads that hinted at the grandeur of the high Pyrenees that I would see over the next few days.

It had been a great day – pretty French towns, some modern art, a medieval castle, and an ancient cathedral – all against the backdrop of the beautiful green countryside of the low Pyrenees.

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