Quéribus

Just escaped to the Pyrennees for the few days. The weather was warm and sunny and the Mediterranean was still gloriously swimable. We crunched up leafy paths through chestnut forests to waterfalls, soaked in steaming sulfuric thermal pools in the wilderness, discovered a magical small village called Jojuls, and hiked up to the remote St Martin de Canigou Abbey. On the way home, we had a picnic lunch at Quéribus, one of the Cathar pogs. The holiday, as always, was over in a flash.