Belcastel, France (Belcastel, France)
Cooking pasta on a portable gas stove at a windy roadside rest stop wasn't our smartest idea that day. But we had ingredients that needed to be used up and powered through it by making a wind shield for the flame with the stove's plastic briefcase.
There were also several 'galleries' inside the castle which had strange pieces of modern art. We bypassed those.
The story goes that the castle had fallen into ruin and a lady bought it just so that people could pay her for the stones it was built from. They carted them off all over the place until 1974 when the architect Fernand Pouillon purchased it to transform it into his fancy home (rumor from the townfolk dictates that he made the purchase entirely with gold bars). He fixed everything up and got it in tip top condition again. He even found an original archway from the castle that had been used in the construction of a church in a nearby village and instructed his stonemason to make a copy so the doorway could be a part of the castle once more...sort of.
Yannick heard "scratchings" on our tent during the night and we suspected that there may be moles burrowing in the earth near our tent. The curious mounds of earth that we saw the day before now made sense! Unwashed, yet cheerful for our good fortune at being able to stay at such a great campsite, we carried on westward.
Today's post was almost called: Best Pals With Monsieur le Maire