http://RealAdventures.com/vacations/2711_nimes-france.htm Check out some of the recently updated travel & vacation listings on RealAdventures. Be inspired, go explore! en-us Wed, 02 Dec 2009 14:23:24 GMT Wed, 02 Dec 2009 14:23:24 GMT http://RealAdventures.com http://RealAdventures.com/vacations/2711_nimes-france.htm 100 100 http://RealAdventures.com/listings/1128283_Domaine-de-Palejay http://RealAdventures.com/listings/1128283_Domaine-de-Palejay Vacation Rentals France Mon, 13 Apr 2009 09:04:38 A self catering apartment in Provence, close to Avignon, and the Pontt du Gard. The owners are an Anglo/French couple, who are wineproducers. - 300 Euro Per Week
A self catering apartment in Provence, close to Avignon, and the Pontt du Gard. The owners are an Anglo/French couple, who are wineproducers.


We are located at the junction of the A9 (motorway to Spain, 10 minutes to an entrance) and the A7 (motorway to Italy, 20 minutes to an entrance). The Rhone valley, an area rich in culture and traditions, attracts millions of visitors each year. Our village is at the centre of a triangle Avignon (10 mins), Nimes (20 mins), Orange (20 mins). The Pont du Gard is 15 minutes away. This part of France has sunshine for 300 days of the year and very low rainfall.
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]]> http://RealAdventures.com/listings/1035490_Provence-culture-connection-walk-among-the-ruins http://RealAdventures.com/listings/1035490_Provence-culture-connection-walk-among-the-ruins Bed & Breakfasts France Fri, 14 Mar 2008 12:03:30 Twenty minutes from Avignon, there is a small village that sits on a hill surrounded by vineyards and orchards. This small village of Vers, built of stone in France profunde, is where your adventure begins. - US $60 Per Night/Room
Twenty minutes from Avignon, there is a small village that sits on a hill surrounded by vineyards and orchards. This small village of Vers, built of stone in France profunde, is where your adventure begins.


Vers is a small village deep in the South of France, not a tourist village. It sits on a hill surrounded surrounded by agriculture and garrigue jungle. It has a wonderful wine cave coop, and stone quarries used by the Romans.

It is fun to walk through the garrigue to the Pont du Gard, the spectacular crossing of the canyon by stone built 2000 years ago. On the way, you walk past 2000yearold aqueduct ruins, and the old church of St Pierre.
Details & Reservations: Provence culture connection walk among the ruins
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]]> http://RealAdventures.com/listings/1021159_GR-Infos-Long-Hiking-Trails-in-France http://RealAdventures.com/listings/1021159_GR-Infos-Long-Hiking-Trails-in-France Hiking & Trekking France Fri, 07 Mar 2008 00:03:00 Hiking on the GR in France and Belgium. Trails, itinerary, pictures, lodging, information. -
Hiking on the GR in France and Belgium. Trails, itinerary, pictures, lodging, information.


GR10 From Hendaye to Arette la Pierre St Martin (Pyrnes Atlantiques) with the
GR10 From Arette la Pierre St Martin (Pyrnes Atlantiques) to Bagnres de Luchon (Haute Garonne) with the
GR10 From Bagnres de Luchon (Haute Garonne) to Bonascre (Arige) with the
GR10 From Bonascre (Arige) to Banyuls (Pyrnes Orientales) with the
GR120 From Ostende (Belgique) to Pas de L'Authie (France) with the
GR121 From BonSecours (Belgique) to Boulogne sur Mer (France) with the
GR128 From Gent (Belgium) to Wissan (France) with the
GR2 From Rouen (Seine Maritime) to Paris with the
GR2 From Paris to Dijon (Ctes d'Or) with the
GR20 From Calenzana (Haute Corse) to Conca (Corse du Sud) in Corsica with the
GR21 From Le Havre to Trport (Seine Maritime) with the
GR211 From Caudebec to Veulettes sur Mer (Seine Maritime) with the
GR212 From Ste Marguerite sur Mer to Duclair (Seine Maritime) with the
GR3 From La Baule (Loire Atlantique) to Saumur (Maine et Loire) with the
GR3 From Saumur (Maine et Loire) to Orlans (Loiret) with the
GR3 From Orlans (Loiret) to Nevers (Nivre) with the
GR3 From Nevers (Nivre) to Mont Mzenc (Haute LoireArdche) with the
GR34 From St Brieuc (Ctes d'Armor) to Roscoff (Finistre) with the
GR341 From Gurunhuel (Ctes d'Armor) to Brhec with the
GR34A From Louannec to Gurunhuel (Ctes d'Armor) with the
GR36 From Angouleme (Charente) to Cahors (Lot) with the
GR36 From Cahors (Lot) to Albi (Aveyron) with the
GR36 From Albi (Tarn) to Carcassonne (Aude) with the
GR380 Tour des Monts d'Arre (Finistre) with the
GR4 From Royan (Charente Maritime) to Limoges (Haute Vienne) with the
GR4 From Limoges (Haute Vienne) to St Flour (Cantal) with the
GR4 From St Flour (Cantal) to Pont St Esprit (Gard) with the
GR4 From Pont St Esprit (Gard) to Grasse (Alpes Maritimes) with the
GR43 From Ste Eulalie to Col des Fasses (Lozre) with the
GR44 From Les Vans (Ardche) to Champerboux (Lozre)
GR46 From Rocamadour (Lot) to Castelnau de Montmiral (Aveyron)
GR5 From Hasselt (LimburgBelgique) to Metz (MoselleFrance)
GR5 From Metz (Moselle) to Belfort (Territoire de Belfort)
GR5 From Belfort (Territoire de Belfort) to Chamonix (Haute Savoie)
GR5 From Chamonix (Hautes Alpes) to Nice (Alpes MaritimesCte d'Azur)
GR6 From St Vran, Parc du Queyras (Hautes Alpes) to Tarascon (Bouches du Rhne)
GR6 From Tarascon (Bouches du Rhne) to Conques (Aveyron)
GR6 From Conques (Aveyron) to Langon (Gironde)
GR60 From Montpellier (Hrault) to St Chly d'Aubrac (Lozre)
GR65 From Le Puy en Velay (Haute Loire) to Nasbinals (Lozre)
GR65 From Nasbinals (Lozre) to Figeac (Lot)
GR65 From Figeac (Lot) to Moissac (Tarn et Garonne)
GR65 From Moissac (Tarn et Garonne) to Aire sur l'Adour (Landes)
GR65 From Aire sur l'Adour (Landes) to Roncevaux (Espagne)
GR652 From Gourdon (Lot) to La Romieu (Gers)
GR68 Mont Lozre roundtrip (LanguedocRoussillon)
GR7 From Ballon d'Alsace (T. Belfort, Vosges and HautRhin) to Dijon (Cte d'Or)
GR7 From Dijon (Cte d'Or) to St Etienne (Loire)
GR7 From St Etienne (Loire) to Lodve (Hrault)
GR7 From Lodve (Hrault) to Andorra la Vella (Principaut d'Andorre)
GR70 From Le Puy en Velay (Haute Loire) to Als (Gard)
GR71 From l'Esprou (Gard) to Mazamet (Tarn)
GR72 From Le Col du Bez (Ardche) to Barre des Cvennes (Lozre)
GRE9 From Ostende (Belgium) to Pas de L'Authie (France) with the GR du Littoral
GRP (GR de Pays)
Causse Mjan Tour (Lozre)
"Le Cvenol" (Ardche)
Montagne Ardchoise Tour (Ardche)
Tanargue Tour (Ardche)
Causse Sauveterre Tour (Lozre)
The Rgordane Way
From Dieppe to Rouen (Seine Maritime) with the GRP Chasse Mare
hiking france, lozere, ardeche, gard, haute loire, languedoc roussillon, auvergne, massif central, provence, alps, gers, garonne, tarn, haute, dordogne, landes, pyrenees atlantiques
Walking in Paris
From Bois de Boulogne to Bois de Vincennes 19 km
From La Porte de la Villette to Parc Montsouris 20 km
Details & Reservations: GR Infos. Long Hiking Trails in France
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]]> http://RealAdventures.com/listings/1024767_Le-Mas-des-Santolines http://RealAdventures.com/listings/1024767_Le-Mas-des-Santolines Bed & Breakfasts France Sun, 10 Feb 2008 00:02:00 2 centuries old restored farm house rated 4 stars ( 4 pis ) by Gites de France and Chambre d Hotes de Charme . Private Pool , 4 Rooms + 1 suite ( 2 rooms ) . Top level comfort and hearty buffet breakfast . Close to Avignon , Nimes , Arles, Uzes e - US $133 Per Night
2 centuries old restored farm house rated 4 stars ( 4 pis ) by Gites de France and Chambre d Hotes de Charme . Private Pool , 4 Rooms + 1 suite ( 2 rooms ) . Top level comfort and hearty buffet breakfast . Close to Avignon , Nimes , Arles, Uzes e


Avignon , Arles , Nimes , Camargue , Ventoux Montain , Uzs , Wines of Cotes du Rhone , Sea side , AIgues Mortes , The Luberon , The Pont du Gard , The Cevennes mountains etc etc ..
Details & Reservations: Le Mas des Santolines
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]]> http://RealAdventures.com/listings/1021160_On-the-Stevenson-trail-GR70-in-the-South-of-France http://RealAdventures.com/listings/1021160_On-the-Stevenson-trail-GR70-in-the-South-of-France Parks & Forests France Mon, 26 Dec 2005 00:12:00 A beautiful trail who goes across Haute Loire, Lozere, Ardeche and Gard department in the Cevennes mountains. Itinerary, lodging, pictures and information. -
A beautiful trail who goes across Haute Loire, Lozere, Ardeche and Gard department in the Cevennes mountains. Itinerary, lodging, pictures and information.


A mountain walk across Europe
Werewolves and Other Beasts
I was woken in my cave above the Tarnon by a man walking his dog who told me that it was Sunday. I rolled my sleepingbag and ambled down the path towards Florac and a medley of bellringing, the peals for Catholic Mass begonning as those for the Protestant Eucharist were dying away.
'We had the wars,' shrugged the baker, as if the bitter struggle 300 years ago between the Protestant Camisards and their Catholic persecutors were yesterday.
One of the leaders of the ragged Camisards who had used Florac as a mountain lair was the guerrilla genius Jean Cavalier, a onetime shepherd boy who changed sides after being defeated by Louis XIV's generals and then, by a circuitous route, rose to lieutenantgovernor of Jersey under the British before being buried in 1740, now a majorgeneral, in the parish of St Luke's, Chelsea.
On the last day of September, 138 years later, a twentysevenyear old lapsed Calvinist walked into Florac intent on picking up the echoes of the Camisards. He was told in the cafe of cousins and nephews des cended from Cavalier and of bones dug up where ancestors had fought. Robert Louis Stevenson was launching his career as a writer by making a romantic journey with a recalcitrant donkey called Modestine. Over twelve days Stevenson walked 220 kilometres through the Cevennes from Monastier sur Gazeille to St JeanduGard. He had chosen as his thematic quest the trail of the Camisards. It was a canny judgement from Bloomsbury as Travels With a Donkey in the Cevennes to Bruno, where it appeared as Putovani s Oalici do Hor, Stevenson's wellcrafted story became a best seller, and launched a century of donkey abuse.
I took a room in Chez Bruno on the place (still a pleasant 'alley of planes') and spent the rest of the day ambling around Florac's dishevelled streets. The 'live fountain' Stevenson had visited still tumbled in tiers past the twintowered chateau (now a national park information centre) to a succession of weirs patrolled by ducks. Tilted berets and Citroens the colour of faded denim loitered outside the cafes on the place. The street where Stevenson lodged on his ninth night, Rue de Therond, now teetered between Gallic quaintness and irredeemable rubble, its derelict houses exfoliating plaster and shedding fractured drainpipes.
The mist had not lifted by morning. Ahead of me lay the heart of Lozere, the poorest and most isolated of France's departements, and at fourteen inhabitants per square kilometre, the least populated (the figure for Paris is 21537). To this impoverished land came a beast as horrible as the Cannibal of Gargas. Twenty years before Blaise Ferage terrorized the Pyrenean foothills, the Beast of Gevaudan was preying on this part of the Cevennes, eating sheep and young women. Bodies were found drained of blood and partially eaten. Theories blazed along the valleys the Beast was a vampire wearing a wolfskin, or it was a wolfpack being guided by a crazed tyrant, or it was a lone wolf of enormous size. For three years the Beast caused panic in the isolated communities of the Cevennes, separated from one another by forest and appalling roads. The bishop of Mende ordered public prayers and hunts were dispatched by the lntendant of Languedoc. As more went missing, dragoons rode out and a reward of 6000 livres was offered by the king. When a 130pound wolf was shot in Septem ber 1765, the harassed population filled the churches and the Beast was sent, stuffed, to Versailles. Three months later two boys were killed near Mont Lozere. Through the winter and following spring the killing spree resumed with new ferocity until Jean Chastel found him self looking down his sights at a second wolf. After that, the killings stopped.
The Beast of Gevaudan terrorized the French psyche and fascinated Robert Louis Stevenson 'Wolves, alas, like bandits, seem to flee the traveller's advance...' he noted in his journal. Risk, for Stevenson, was one of the reasons for travelling. '... you may trudge through all our comfortable Europe and not meet with an adventure worth the name. But here, if anywhere, a man was on the frontiers of hope...' A wilder ness lives through its beasts, and the memory of grotesques such as the Cannibal of Gargas and the Beast of Gevaudan goes some way towards filling in gaps left by exterminated predators. Those that remained the wolves and the bears were with me nevertheless, a presence whose dark superiority brought a quality of scale to the mountains that was taller than the peaks, colder than the ice and deeper than the water.
Above Florac my draille rose towards the bleak granite baguette of Mont Lozere, thirty kilometres long and five wide, but rising to 1699 metres. A ridge eased up the mountain, its spine occupied by a community of menhirs, some three metres high, frozen in the opaque mist. I stayed with the menhirs till darkness fell and the full moon cast long shadows from each standing stone. Near the uppermost menhir stood a small wood where I climbed to the top of one of the pines and howled at the moon while the tree swayed in the gale and the silver clouds sailed above Mont Lozere's petrified sentinels.
I fell asleep at the foot of the tree on a bed of pine needles and woke before dawn to find water dripping on my bivouac bag and realized that I was screwed up with cold. This bald western rump of Mont Lozere, wrecked by overgrazing and shorn of timber, was being hammered by winds that hit no higher land between the Alps and the Atlantic. I pulled on my thin balaclava helmet beneath my trilby, and then the cotton hood of my coat. The wind was too strong for the umbrella. The little black copse was still marooned in thick mist and I had to use the compass to find the track down to the Bramon, a stream that had turned into a freezing turgid little river. I had to take off my boots, socks and trousers to wade across. As I completed this bleak exercise, rain began to fall and I reassured myself that the weather would definitely improve. In about April.
Beyond the Bramon I came to the hamlet of La Fage where I rested and sheltered inside the communal bread oven, a small barnlike building which had been restored as a 'curiosity' in 1982. A plaque described the demise of La Fage in 1861, the hamlet had had 146 inhabitants dis tributed between twentyseven families now there were twenty inhabit ant and six families. With its walls of great blocks and rye roofs it must have borne a resemblance to the graniteandthatch palloza villages of the Sierra de Ancares. Many of the houses had fallen down six were now second homes and one was a gite d'etape. The bread oven had last been fired in 1950.
Beyond the door of the oven stood the clocher des tormentes, a granite obelisk topped by a belfry hung with the bell which used to ring out the rhythms of La Fage the Angelus, weddings and funerals. But it took its name from its task of guiding down men from the mountain on nights like the one I'd just spent, when mist and wind were on the rampage. The bell of La Fage has lost its tone. Children rang it one frosty winter's day and it had cracked in the cold.
The draille climbed up from La Fage through dripping, leafless silver birch and then heather, from cairn to cairn until 1500 metres, when the gradient eased and I met the full force of the gale. For ten minutes I shel tered in a crevice on a weathered tor Mad Dog Rock while I organized my equipment for the forthcoming battle. The Col de Finiels was about twelve kilometres along the ridge of Mont Lozere from my tor, in bad weather about three or four hours' walking.
The track writhed from col to col through forest whose clearings were churned to quagmires by loggers' tractors. Wind and rain came in blasts which threatened to wreck Que Chova. From the waist down I was soaked to the skin water squirted from the cuffs of my boots and mud reached to my knees. Checking the map, and setting a new compass bearing meant furling Que Chova while the wind tried to tear the map's plastic bag from my hand. Droplets streaming down my spectacles had to be wiped off before I could focus on the m'ap's contours and measure distances to the next col.
In this sightless state I reached the summit of Finiels late in the afternoon. A line of wooden posts led down to the col where I met the tall stone posts that had guided Stevenson up Mont Lozere from the north. He came up the warm, dry turf on a sunny morning wearing his knitted waistcoat, with his jacket tied to Modestine's pack. The posts had straddled Mont Lozere since medieval times, spaced every fifty paces to guide travellers down from the heights. I touched each one as I passed, wondering whether Modestine had loitered to scratch a rump on the rough granite.
By evening I was in the forest on the sheltered lower slopes of Mont Lozere looking for the 'dell of green turf, where a streamlet made a little spout over some stones to serve me for a watertap'. This was the fabled bivouac described by Stevenson in his chapter 'A Night Among the Pines', a panegyric upon the outdoor life and in particular upon the joys of nights d la belle etoile. 'What seems a kind of temporal death to people choked between walls and curtains', he mused, 'is only a light and living slumber to the man who sleeps afield.'
So many selfconscious Stevensonians have already poked about in this wood that I half expected to bump into knots of young men puffing meerschaums, with TWAD open on page 172 and clutching twitching divining rods. I found the dell, or at least I found a dell which would do. The young trees surrounding his campsite were now statuesque Scots pine and in the calm of the evening I knew why Stevenson had spliced into his chapter the sequesteredbower quote from Paradise Lost.
Dawn broke and I lay in my sleepingbag postponing the moment when I would have to pull on my wet trousers.
For the next two days I was buffeted by hailstones as I followed Ste venson's route north from Mont Lozere through milder country whose roofs now wore tiles not slates. But his footsteps became fainter and less interesting. And I grew bored with his company and that of a route whose charm had now been buried by bitumen.
Hounded by a hail squall I arrived at La Bastide Puylaurent at dusk. The village grew up around the railway junction linking Mende, Paris and Marseilles and became popular between the wars as an accessible summer resort for those driven inland by the heat of the Mediterranean coast. In the winter they came to ski. Hotel Ranc ('Pension de Famille Alt. 1024 metres') was built in 1926 beside the railway line.
After the Second World War La Bastide faded back into the forests. For a while the village subsisted on the custom of workers from the railway and from local dambuilding projects. Hotel Ranc became a holiday home for old soldiers who had served in Algeria. Now it was a gite d'etape run by the young and immensely tall Philippe Papadimitriou Demaitre Pausenberger Vanniesbecq, a BelgianGreek whose grandfather once owned the Hotel de Paris in Cairo. After a series of occupations, from goldpanning in California to hodcarrying in Peru, Philippe had bought the Hotel Ranc, complete with its conteats, from the bedspreads to the oakandchrome Frick refrigerators.
'It was intuition, not science !' Philippe laughed. 'Uoila !' La Bastide was dying. The winter population was down to 183. In summer it swelled to 2000, with the extra railway staff and the villaowners from Marseilles, Alks, Nimes and Montpellier. Each year fewer residents stayed up for the winter. Philippe's girlfriend, Catou, remem bered coming up to La Bastide as a girl to collect mushrooms, from her home in Ales, before all the pits closed. The branch line to Mende was losing money and, if that closed, La Bastide might disappear from the map. There was pessimism in the village one of the other hotels had closed recently marriages were disintegrating.
But the gite "L'Etoile" was booming the previous year Philippe had catered for 2000 guests. Many were British, walking along the Allier in Stevenson's footsteps. It was 13 November, Robert Louis Stevenson's birthday.
Philippe cooked pied de mouton mushrooms from the forest and we played darts by the open fire.
'The gite is too much ... sedentaire I must do something where I move.' Philippe stared into the flames. 'We are good for something, but what... it is difficult to know.'
'For my part,' wrote Stevenson the day before he walked through La Bastide, 'I travel not to go anywhere, but to go I travel for travel's sake.' The line is so wellworn that, like the mountaineers' aphorism 'Because it's there', it's almost lost its meaning. Stevenson's claim to fulfilment through aimlessness seemed to me a contradictory, impossible ideal. It wasn't till I read his journal that I realized he'd lopped off the end of this passage when he rewrote the text for TWAD. After 'I travel for travel's sake', he had added in the original 'And to write about it afterwards...'
From "Clear Waters Rising" A mountain walk across Europe by Nicholas Crane (Penguin Books)
Details & Reservations: On the Stevenson trail GR70 in the South of France
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