Roussillon is famous for its red and ocher rocks which have been used for making pigments for centuries. Our walk took us along the sentier des ochres (first three pictures), then to the old town of Roussillon where, not surprisingly, most buildings were painted in reds and ochres.
There is also a place they call Colorado de Rustrel – a bit off Roussillon so it was not really part of the walk (but it fits into this post’s theme, pictures five and six).
However, l’usine d’ocre Mathieu (Mathieu’s ochre factory) is so close to Roussillon’s town centre that it can be visited on foot (last three pictures).
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The daily walk from our holiday rental to the bakery, a contribution for Jo’s Monday Walks.
“Saget, Steine, mir an, o sprecht, ihr hohen Paläste!
Straßen, redet ein Wort! Genius, regst du dich nicht?”
J. W. Goethe, Römische Elegien, 1
While the poet begs Rome’s walls to talk to him, the walls in the streets of Arles sported many messages, some of them obstructed by noise – ripped off, painted over, gone enigmatic. I was fascinated by the layers, by the idea that someone left a trace, only to be obstructed after a while…