Fabrèges, France
Apart from a couple of nuts falling off the tree onto the roof it was a silent night, but like many French villages, Arette turns off the church bells at night and come 07:30 the tower chimes out forty-three o'clock to catch up.
It's bright and sunny as we set off, immediately climbing out of the town and passing pasture land leading away to the mountains. We stop in Issor, a little village with the church square looking over the valley. The elegant, blue-shut...