That was just waaay too much excitement for me to handle. We picked up enough for lunch (and then quite a bit more) and drove up to Saint-Guilhem-le-Désert, which is considered to be the prettiest village in France.
It lived up to its claim. It had narrow winding car-free streets and an Abbey that was founded in 804. It was surrounded by mountains and cliffs and a beautiful deep river.
We rented kayaks and paddled several miles through the gorge.
The entire trip down the Herault was stunning. We didn't see a sign of humanity except for another occasional paddler. The river was teaming with fish. At times, the sound of frogs was almost deafening.
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