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Chateaux Fantastiques

 

Perched higher than the swallows flit, warnings abound that visiting the castles on the cliff tops in strong winds is very dangerous and during storms is strictly forbidden.

 

They also say the steps are slippery;  the climb is steep. But who cares about all that, when thousands of years of history await us at the top.

Higher than the swallows fly, climbing up to Peyrepertuse

Higher than the swallows fly, climbing up to Peyrepertuse

Queribus, perched on the hill

Queribus, perched on the hill

 

Even the names of the chateaux of Queribus and Peyrepertuse sound magical and the views are breathtaking.

Neighbours in the mists

Neighbours in the mists

Hewn from the rocky outcrops as defensive positions, it is incredible to realise that the first mention of the castle at Queribus is in 1020. For us modern crusaders, it was a steep, panting, sweaty 250 metre walk from the car park – minus armour and sword! We had already been grateful that Charlie Charleston had managed the winding two kilometre drive on a 17% gradient! Imagine being one of those sorry souls who had to build this granite eagles nest!

Charlie Charleston on the 17% ascent

Charlie Charleston on the 17% ascent

At 728 metres high, Queribus was the guardian of the mountain pass of Grau de Maury and sits, seemingly precariously, on a ridge overlooking vast swathes of Corbieres, Fenouilledes and the Roussillon Plains.

Along the spine of the mountain

Along the spine of the mountain

Defending the rock

Defending the rock

Keeping a look out

Keeping a look out

 

As with most castles, it’s history is chequered, starting in the hands of the Count of Besalu, who served the Count of Barcelona, who became the King of Aragon – part of modern day Spain. The castle gave shelter to the religiously persecuted Cathars and is often cited as the last Cathar stronghold before falling to the French in 1255, during the Albigensian Crusade. The history of the Cathars is fascinating and not widely known outside this region. It’s worth a read to find out about their history and ideology on equality, peace, vegetarianism. Easy to see why they posed such a threat to society and could justifiably be hunted down and massacred by order of the Catholic pope.

Meanwhile, back up the mountain, the French put their new prize to good use, making Queribus one of the “Five Sons of Carcassonne” a group of castles central to the French defensive system against the Spanish.

Like Queribus, its near neighbour Peyrepertuse was one of the Five Sons of Carcassonne. Eleven kilometres as the crow flies (if he would fly that high) and a couple of valleys over, Peyrepertuse stands higher, at 800 metres, and is an even larger complex, linked by a huge stone staircase. The stairs were commissioned by the French king Louis IX and were not made from pre-quarried stones, but rather chiselled out of the very rocks of the limestone ridge the castle clings to. Despite never once lifting a hammer to help, St Louis got the staircase named in his honour.

Peyrepertuse has all the proper castle trimmings of towers, dungeons, long drops, chapels, spectacular views for spotting potential marauding hordes and of course, a bloody history.

View from the valley floor

View from the valley floor

The site has been occupied since Roman times, from the start of the first century BC. Since the first official mentions of the Castle in 1070, ownership has ping-ponged between the kings and countries of Spain and France, before finally becoming fully French-owned in 1240, when it took on its prime defensive duties with its four Carcassonne castle siblings.

As far as the eye can see

As far as the eye can see

Clinging to the cliff

Clinging to the cliff

Getting to Peyrepertuse is even harder than Queribus. Once again Charlie championed us to the car park, but from there it was more like a scramble through a Hobbit woodland path for parts of the climb and then a gut-busting hike up countless stone-shod, uneven steps and rock piles to the entrance, balanced on the top of the almost dragon-like spine of the ridge, that looks barely wide enough to support it.

Hobbit highway to the castle

Hobbit highway to the castle

Climbing up

Climbing up

 

Still more steps to go

Still more steps to go

A vast complex on an almost impossible ridge

A vast complex on an almost impossible ridge

 

While the history of both of the castles is ancient, restoration work was only began in the 1950s and was pretty limited in its scope. Serious restoration of Queribus only started in 1998.  Even post-restoration the sites would probably not pass a health & safety inspection in the UK or Australia, with their rubble-strewn climbs and hand-rail free steps. But to climb that ancient route, to clamber over the warm stones and get just a hint of life in a millennia gone by was worth all the effort.

Living on the edge

Living on the edge

Planning the next assault

Planning the next assault

Much thanks is due to one passionate and prolific man for making these castles available to the public. Henri-Paul Eydoux, historian, resistance fighter, diplomat and author, translated his passion for the ancient history of France into a series of books called “Chateaux Fantastiques” in 1969 and a campaign to have them restored and opened to the public.

"Chateaux Fantastique", by Henri-Paul Eyoux

“Chateaux Fantastique”, by Henri-Paul Eyoux

Fittingly, he is buried in a cemetery at the foot of the Peyrepertuse castle hills.

Henri-Paul Eydoux memorial

Henri-Paul Eydoux memorial

This story and images are for you Mr. Eydoux, with our thanks.

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It’s the little things…

 

that can make a big difference.  This was once a mountain, but drop by tiny drop, water has etched it into a natural and spectacular sandstone amphitheatre ….

 

The Orgues sur Tet, in the Pyrenees Orientales are a series of gigantic columns up to 14 metres high etched out a mountain over millennia.

The columns are called hoodoos, also known as chimney rocks because of the hard layer of rock that caps them off and gives some protection from the rain and erosion.

Other structures are known as the “organ pipes” for obvious reasons.

Enjoy the show!

 

 

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Lovely lizards and perfect pipes

 

Eus is officially one of the prettiest villages in France. One of the things we particularly loved about it was their gloriously green- glazed and fish-faced terracotta drainpipes..

 

As you approach the village along an inevitably winding road, it makes the perfect pretty village view – clinging to the hillside in a pleasingly symmetrical way.

But the real pleasure is just strolling amongst its ancient stones and archways;

 

View from the village walls

View from the village walls

Geoff at the bottom of one of the cobbled streets

Geoff at the bottom of one of the cobbled streets

Almost unfeasibly narrow streets, but still full of charm

Almost unfeasibly narrow streets, but still full of charm

 

scratching the ears of the dozens of local cats;

 

A fine feline

A fine feline

admiring the beautifully glazed terracotta down pipes and even guttering;

Admiring the handiwork

Admiring the handiwork

Glorious glazing

Glorious glazing

 

Bare terracotta and glazed green together, although the fish head has had a hard life

Bare terracotta and glazed green together, although the fish head has had a hard life

the profusion of artistic geckos – the town symbol;

 

Eus gecko

Eus gecko

Gecko window grilles and glazed downpipes - they've got the lot!

Gecko window grilles and glazed downpipes – they’ve got the lot!

 

the lovely  street name plaques – all boasting the little lizard in impressive alphabetic poses

 

I've never seen a gecko do that!

I’ve never seen a gecko do that!

More gecko art and design

More gecko art and design

and simply the pride and attention to detail that the village has.

 

Elegance and charm

Elegance and charm

Admittedly everywhere was shut – including the much boasted about church, but the coffee and the stroll put smiles on our faces. Thanks Eus!

 

No one is getting into the church with those battlements (and opening hours)

No one is getting into the church with those battlements (and opening hours)

Mount Canigou in the distance

Mount Canigou in the distance

More lovely views across the valley

More lovely views across the valley

 

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No kidding, you won’t believe what’s in the car wash

 

“I’m just going to swing in here and give Charlie a quick rinse” said Geoff, as we headed into Prades, the nearest largish town to do some shopping.

 

It was hot and I was sleepy, until he added “There are two goats in the car wash and a llama under the tree.”

Just a rinse?

Just a rinse?

Car wash neighhhhbours

Car wash neighhhhbours

And so they were. The goats were roaming free and the llama was tied up under a tree alongside the butane bottles.

Not so much a tiger in your tank, but a llama in your gas bottle

Not so much a tiger in your tank, but a llama in your gas bottle

As you might imagine – a series of bad jokes followed about smelling like a goat and needing a wash.

They upped and huffed-off for a while once Geoff fired up the hoses, but came back for a final inspection just before we left!

Deux Chevre, Oh!

Deux Chevre, Oh!

Is that a 2CV in the car wash?

Is that a 2CV in the car wash?

Staring at goats

Staring at goats

The humdrum explanation is that there is a circus in town and they were being let out for some air …. No, not at the tyre pump….

 

 

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Our home is our castle!

“Just keep driving all the way up through the village and it’s the castle at the top”.  The castle?? I thought you said we were staying at your mum’s house!

 

But sure enough, we’re safe and sound in a 12th century fortification as I type….

The entrance archway to El Castell

The entrance archway to El Castell

Romans, barons and revolutionaries have come before us – unlike them, we promised to clean up after ourselves!

Our route from Spain was peppered with rain showers and the Pryenees looked more and more brooding as we navigated the ever-shrinking roads.

 

The brooding Pryenees

The brooding Pryenees

More narrow navigation for Geoff and Charlie Charleston

More narrow navigation for Geoff and Charlie Charleston

Not much sun in the flowers

Not much sun in the flowers

 

When we finally arrived in Joch, the steep hill was too much for Charlie Charleston and we got stuck half way up. We had to drop back down to the bottom road and come in from a different approach – good job we weren’t trying to invade! If we were, we could have used Alex’s handy map of the area.

Joch invasion map

Joch invasion map

 

But finally we arrived! Peering down over the tiny village of Joch (population 146) El Castell has had a mixed and sometimes turbulent history.

Peering down from on high

Peering down from on high

Battle scars on the inside

Battle scars on the inside

Built in the 12th century on the site of a Roman fortress, it became the seat of a succession of barons until the last was un-seated and probably beheaded during the French Revolution. The locals sacked the castle and left it to fall into ruins. More than two hundred years later at the turn of this century, our neighbour Bruno bought up the ruins and began to renovate it, selling off sections to families including Alex’s.

Painted tile highlighting the hills beyond

Painted tile highlighting the hills beyond

Sun-drenched in Mediterranean hues

Sun-drenched in Mediterranean hues

While parts are still a work in progress, El Castell has generated an easy and friendly community feeling and has been a wonderful base from which to explore the lovely Pyrenees Orientales. Bruno even has a donkey he let us pet!

Bruno's donkey and friend

Bruno’s donkey and friend

Once more – big thanks to Alex and his family for their generosity. We’ll be posting some stories from our visits in the coming days, but for now – share our enjoyment of Joch with some additional photographs.

 

More narrow navigation for Geoff and Charlie CharlestonNot much sun in the flowersThe entrance archway to El Castell