Today I discovered that the "circuses" of the Pyrenees don't have clowns, but they do have signs that look like a joke. Two mountains, three prohibitions and a dad determined to take photos even if I have to watch the camper van. Luckily, at the Col du Tourmalet we dogs do sleep warmly!
🇫🇷 France
Between giant mountains and Siberian wind, I discovered the most serious circus in the world: Gavarnie's. Without clowns, but with rocks as the audience and a dad who almost became a smuggler.
Today, we were overcome by laziness and left at one o'clock, with the elegance of someone who has mastered the art of doing nothing. Lidl, cheap diesel and the Pyrenees peeking out: a day of idleness with a view.
Today I sneaked into Toulouse: I sniffed out streets, crossed bridges and nearly took to the air with a Beluga XL. Cities, watch out, an exploring winemaker is on the loose!
The rain had surrounded us, Toulouse was calling us and the sofa was holding us back. In the end, the naps won, Daddy Edu's thoughts and my talent for doing nothing with style. A day without a destination, but full of dog-like calm.
The rain didn't stop us: naps, laundry and doggy adventures around Montauban until we found our nightly refuge
Today we travelled through rain, déjà vu and fortresses. Daddy Edu swore that Najac sounded familiar... and he was right. Between ancient stones, dusty mannequins and a late sun, we ended the day in a charming corner called Bruniquel.
The rain woke us up early and didn't let up all day. Between torrential cleaning, lacklustre landscapes and a village called La Fouillade, I discovered that even grey days can have their charm.
Between stone arches and mysterious caves, jumps, sniffs and adventures: a day of exploration that seems taken from a story.
Today we started the day "very early" at eleven, we saw a lake that wouldn't let itself be walked around, a Venice without water, a picture-postcard canyon and we ended up fleeing a mysterious event to a secret clearing.
Today I had to be a mountain pilgrim: fences to jump, slow humans to overtake and a road where cars roared at ninety while I sniffed every bush as if it were sacred.
We thought we'd stop for a bit in Conques and ended up forking out six euros for parking as if it included a hotel with a spa. Then the hunt for the perfect campervan began... almost at night, of course.