Mirepoix. Midi-Pyrenees. South of France. We travelled by plane, train and car to get here, but it was worth every highly strung moment.
A quaint French medieval village with cottages built on top of one another and shutters painted every colour under the sun. Built in the 13th and 15th centuries, it’s still standing.
If you climb a rambling hill at the edge of town, right near the cemetery you can see the Pyrenees tops dusted with snow or the village splayed out around the church. The bells ring at 10am on a Sunday and the pigeons flock while the people gather. By 12.30pm people are in the cafes in the town square, cigarettes in hand with a red in the other.