Guide to the Best of Languedoc Roussillon Region of France

Updated on October 21, 2023 by Meg

Enamored of majestic ruins? Intrigued by ancient mysticism? Fascinated by Medieval history? Then the Languedoc Roussillon region of France is a must to experience!

Languedoc Roussillon is located in France's southwest corner, bordered by Spain and Andorra to the south, the Mediterranean to the east, Bordeaux country to the west and the Black Mountains and country’s center to the north.

View from Chateau de Puivert Languedoc Roussillon
View from Chateau de Puivert, Languedoc Roussillon, France. Photo: Meg Pier

The Languedoc Roussillon region is also known as "Cathar Country", named after a sect that flourished in the area from the 12th to early 14h century. The area is steeped in rich history and its landscape’s jagged ridges and deep gorges are blanketed in old growth forests, studded with ancient architecture and enveloped in eons of intrigue.

In fact, in 2016, Languedoc Roussillion officially became a part of Occitanie, a new region formed by its merger with the neighboring Midi Pyrénées district. This new combined identity actually represents a return to the historic territorial boundaries in France during the era of the Cathars, which is the equivalent of the southern third of France.

Languedoc Roussillon France
Languedoc Roussillon France - Photo: Meg Pier

The land known as Occitania in ancient history, going back to Roman times, was far vaster. Yet it was a unified territory in people's minds and hearts rather than a physical space delineated by borders. For the Occitania of old was simply wherever people spoke the Romance language of Occitan. This was the tongue of people not only from southern France, but also of Monaco, Catalonia, and the Calabria region of Southern Italy. Never a legal or political entity, Occitanie nonetheless has endured for eons as a state of mind that stands for courtly love, and religious and social tolerance. However, the language is very much alive and well, with approximately a half million of the area's 16 million residents speak it.

Our guide to Languedoc Roussillion covers a microcosm of Occitania both past and present. We focus on seven locales that are all within the Aude department: Limoux; Puivert; Cucugnan; Mirepoix; Carcassonne; Alet-les-Bains; and Rennes-Le-Chateau.

Languedoc Roussillon is a particularly attractive destination for those who prefer to be based in one locale for an extended vacation and not have to lug a suitcase to multiple cities or towns. Aude is a compact area the length of which can be traversed in two hours, and the width in 90 minutes and within its perimeters are magnificent and diverse scenery and a built heritage that spans ruins from the Roman era in the first millennium B.C. to abbeys, bastides and castles from Middle Ages.

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Limoux, Home to Sparkling Wine

Scenes from Limoux on a sunny summer day
Scenes from Limoux on a sunny summer day, Photos: Meg Pier

My husband Tom and I stayed in the tiny village of Magrie as part of a two-week home exchange. Magrie is located just a few miles from the ancient town of Limoux, which straddles the Aude River.

Limoux Fountain Languedoc Roussillon

Limoux is best known for its sparkling wine, Blanquette de Limoux, said to be the world’s oldest bubbly in 1531 the Benedictine monks of nearby St. Hilaire Abbey accidentally discovered the delight of fizz and ran with it. Their methodology supposedly involved fermenting the wine in a glass flask instead of more traditional oak vats, which produced the sparkle.

Limoux Bridge Languedoc Roussillon
Photo: Meg Pier

Limoux’s past is very much alive today, with Medieval and Renaissance houses, a picturesque 14th century stone bridge, and churches from the 12th and 15th centuries. Place de la Republique square, lined with arcades and cafes, features an ornately decorated 18th century fountain in its center.

Limoux Carnival

The past is also present in Limoux’s annual three-month celebration of Carnival, which dates to 1604 and continues to be a hugely popular fete today. Limoux is where we got our first glimpse of the Cathars.

Limoux Carnival Languedoc Roussillon
Limoux Carnival - Photo Credits: 1st Luc Greliche, 2nd & 3rd Mathieu Greliche

Lore says that the tradition first began in the 14th century, when local millers were relieved of their tithes to the nearby monastery of Dominican nuns, and celebrated by parading through the streets with minstrels, doling out sugared almonds and flour. This priory was created by Catholics to house women who had converted from the Cathar faith to Catholicism. The most generous donor was one of the leaders of the Albigensian Crusade a 20-year genocide campaign conducted by Catholics against the Cathars in the 13th century.

The Back Story of Languedoc Roussillon

Christine Barrely, our home exchange partner and hostess in absentia, was kind enough to give me a tutorial on the Cathars’ legacy prior to our arrival.

She explained the Cathars’ name comes from the Greek for “purity.” The Cathars were Gnostics, and their beliefs are thought to have come originally from Eastern Europe and the Byzantine Empire by way of travelers as they journeyed along the trade routes. The movement had flourished in the Languedoc region in the 12th and 13th centuries. Occitan or langue d'oc is a Latin-based Romance language in the same way as Spanish, Italian or French; it is from this tongue that the region gets its name. Catalan is a language very similar to Occitan and there are quite strong historical and cultural links between Occitania and Catalonia.

The Cathar sect believed there existed within mankind a spark of divine light, which had fallen captive to the prison of the material world. The path to spiritual liberation meant breaking those enslaving bonds, a gradual process accomplished in a unique way by each individual.

"The region has always been a melting pot of influences Christian, Arabic, French and Spanish,” said Christine. “As a result, most places were open to new ideas and doctrines. There were a lot of conflicts around here, between lords, cities, abbeys and so forth. Sometimes it was violent, but as a whole it allowed different cultures to establish themselves in a new and original blend. The Cathar movement is an example. Coming from the eastern countries, it found a home here."

Chateau De Puivert Tells Story of Cathars

The immense white stone façade of Chateau de Puivert straddles the 2,000-foot heights of the verdant hilltop. The castle had been listed since 1902 as a monument historique by the French Ministry of Culture. Today, it is privately owned by Arnaud Mignard. For those in search of Cathar castles, France has about 20 in total. Some are perched on hills in flatter areas, but many are on mountain tops.

Chateau de Puivert Languedoc Roussillon
Chateau de Puivert, Photo: Meg Pier

Ours was the only car in the lot, and we had the run of the place. Crossing the chateau’s threshold through a set of massive archways, we found ourselves in a grassy, football field-sized expanse. To our left was a vista of the valley below, afforded by a huge gap in the fortress exterior where a section of wall had been taken down by the forces of time.

On one of the remaining walls enclosing the chateau’s open-air interior, I saw a plaque that proclaimed a bit of the site’s history: In 1170, as she was traveling across the country, Alienor d’Aquitaine and all her court put up at the castle. Then there was one of the greatest gatherings of troubadours. In order to please her the most famous thirteen contested. Until 1199, Puivert was Spanish, it then became Occitan and belonged to the Congost family, which converted to the Cathar faith. Bernard de Congost, his wife, and their son died “consoled.” The daughters were burnt to death at Montsegur. In 1210, a column of 6,000 men led by Pons de Bruyere took the castle in three days and four nights. Puivert Castle is a landmark of the end of this first military conquest since it is situated at the meeting point of Spain, the Toulouse county, the Foix county, and the Carcassonne vicecounty, on the commercial route Perpignan-Bayonne.

Cathars were perhaps ahead of their time vegans, they didn’t eat anything that came to life as a result of sex. Referred to in some quarters as “Western Buddhists,” Cathars gave credence to the concept of reincarnation, believing that those who were unable to achieve liberation during their current mortal journey would return to continue the struggle for perfection. Anti-marriage, they believed women and men were equal. Cathars also condemned capital punishment, an abnormality in medieval times.

Many of their beliefs were diametrically opposed to those of the Catholic Church. In 1208, with politics and feudal land grabs fanning the flames, nobles from northern France instigated the Albigensian Crusade, accusing the Cathar population in the south of heresy. The ensuing war essentially exterminated the Cathars and their allies in the Languedoc region.

Exploring Chateau de Puivert

The crumbling remains of the castle’s far wall offer a window to view the village of Puivert in the distance, it's emerald lake swathed in fields of paler greens.

View from Chateau de Puivert
Views of Puivert Castle in Cathar Country. Photos: Meg Pier

The minstrel room's cavernous chamber is illuminated by three chapel-like windows, through which the sunlight streams. Below the vaulted ceiling, primitive sculptures of medieval musicians sprout from the walls, instruments in hand. Actual instruments of the era were on display in cases bagpipes, flute, tambourine, fiddle, lute, guitar, portable organ, and the hurdy-gurdy, or "wheel fiddle."

Views of Puivert Castle in Cathar Country
Views of Puivert Castle in Cathar Country. Photos: Meg Pier

Owner Arnaud said his life purpose is to restore the castle as well as possible, to find subsidies for the works, to secure the place for visitors. He is trying to complete the restoration so that his children inherit the castle but not the financial burden it is at the same time. He explained that in France, when a monument is classified ‘monument historique,’ it does not mean the state provides the means to keep it. This is why he has to open it to the public and constantly try to find new revenues.

Chateau de Puivert Ruins Languedoc Roussillon
Chateau de Puivert Ruins Languedoc Roussillon - Photos: Meg Pier

Queribus in the Corbieres Hills - Last Stronghold of Cathars

On our next foray, Tom and I headed south of Magrie again, but in the opposite direction this time, we went east, to see the Cathar castle of Queribus in the Corbieres Hills. The term “hills” was a misleading understatement the drive took us through tortuous turns and hidden valleys.

Safely buckled in, we rode the geological tidal waves, cresting immense walls of rock and then plummeting down to vales of dense woodland. We soared up through verdant terraced vineyards to the height of the next peak, and then spiraled down to little nooks nestled below.

Views of Cathar castle Queribus in the Corbieres Hills
Languedoc Roussillon, France - Views of Cathar castle Queribus in the Corbieres Hills, Photos: Meg Pier.

Looming over the landscape like the knuckles of a pale clenched fist raised at the sky were the ruins of Queribus. Forged from the living rock of a pinnacle that speared the clouds, the castle evoked a profound sense of awe and, for me, another wave of vertigo.

We pulled off the road into a make-shift parking lot just big enough for two cars and got out. It was a rigorous hike up a gravelly path to the ruins, and Tom and I seemed to have an unspoken consensus that we were content with the view from where we were. Queribus was the last stronghold of Cathar resistance, holding out until 1255. We both studied the ancient edifice above, lost in our thoughts. Mine were of a world that pulsated with a fear so strong that people were pushed into the outer-most edges of existence, backed into the high corners, fighting to extinction for the right to believe in their God.

Cucugnan, Site of Cathar Resistance

Turning to leave, I glimpsed a glint of orange in the harsh midday sun. It was the tiny village of Cucugnan, just visible through a tangle of goldenrod and tall pines, clinging to the next hillside. The ridge marked the French-Spanish border until the 17th century.

Cucugnan Houses Languedoc Roussillon
Cucugnan Houses Languedoc Roussillon

Cucugnan Street Musicans Languedoc Roussillon
Impromptu musical procession in Cucugnan. Photo: Meg Pier

The privilege of driving Cucugnan’s narrow streets was limited to residents, so we parked below the tiny enclave and walked up its maze-like lanes, lined with old stone and stucco buildings capped with carrot-colored tiles. The road ringed the steep hillside; an occasional set of stairs cut into rock offered a more direct but taxing route to the top. As we ascended, we climbed past the roofs of houses whose stoops we had rested on moments earlier.  The timeworn structures leaned in on one another, many just inches apart. Here and there, through two buildings huddled close, I spied the face of the opposing mountain from which we had come.

Some Whimsey in Cucugnan

Cucugnan Languedoc Roussillon
Cucugnan Languedoc Roussillon - Photos: Meg Pier

Our afternoon in Cucugnan was a swirl in whimsy. Most houses had tiny potted gardens, in which glittery pinwheels were planted, whirring in the breeze. A space where a building had been gutted was draped in white sheets, which were strewn with make-believe rose petals made of bits of pink paper. We peeked down hidden stairwells into sunny courtyards and looked through street-level windows at cozy kitchens with gleaming tiled walls and big fireplaces.

Scenes from a summer day in Cucugnan
Languedoc Roussillon, France - Scenes from a summer day in Cucugnan, Photos: Meg Pier

Sitting down to an al fresco lunch in a cobblestone courtyard, we heard and then saw a trio of modern-day troubadours. Two women and a man paraded by, playing a jazzy marching tune on an accordion, saxophone and trombone. They disappeared around a corner, their music wafting away behind them. No sooner had they exited from view when a professorial-looking man with a broad panama hat set up his organ grinder next to our table and began to crank out "Mac the Knife," a Cheshire cat expression on his face.  Lunch conversation was made unnecessary by the joyful organ-grinder whose bliss we dared not interrupt. We were free to eat hungrily, exchanging the occasional raised eyebrow as we put more fresh bread and cassoulet in our mouths.

View from Cucugnan Languedoc Roussillon
Languedoc Roussillon, France - View from Cucugnan, Photo: Meg Pier

Before departing, we meandered to the top of the hill upon which the town was perched. A quaint windmill stood on a dusty and rocky plateau the size of a basketball court. From its perimeter, the view below was of intersecting tiled rooftops just a few feet below. Beyond were jade mountains and a distant Queribus, now a mere speck on the horizon. The deep valley offered a bucolic view of checkerboard patches cross-hatched with green rows of late summer crops.

A Languedoc Roussillon Market Day at Bastide de Mirepoix

The next day we set off bright and early to sample the local produce straight from the farm. Christine had told us that a weekly market was held on Monday mornings in the town of Mirepoix, about 40 minutes west of Limoux and in the neighboring department of Ariège.

Mirepoix is a bastide, a fortified town built in the Languedoc region in the 13th and 14th centuries to replace villages destroyed in the Albigensian crusade and as settlements of what was then wilderness in southwest France. Raymond VII of Toulouse pioneered this movement, acting as the equivalent of an urban housing developer and social activist of the era.

Market Day at Bastide de Mirepoix
Market Day at Bastide de Mirepoix - Photos: Meg Pier

There was a big incentive for farmers to take up residence in a bastide--the move offered not just a lot for a house and garden and land surrounding the settlement to farm, but status as a free man, rather than an existence as a vassal of a feudal lord. This centralized agricultural production attracted traders and merchants and created a market economy--and the lords took their cut of that in the form of taxes.

Historians consider a Medieval town as a proper bastide if it was constructed by a single founder as one unit, and Raymond VII of Toulouse was described in his day as "bastide founder of unparalleled energy". The other defining feature is a central, open square surrounded by arcades--used not just for the market, but for political and social gatherings as well. These communities were typically laid out in a grid--the easier to collect the taxes! Sunflowers in France.

Sunflowers are a cash crop and boosts spirits in Cathar Country. Photos: Meg Pier

One of the area’s main crops proved a source of unexpected pleasure throughout every day’s journey, always inspiring a smile. Sunflowers are a major agricultural staple in southern France and huge tracts of land are dedicated to these giant blooms which stand taller than the average man. Beholding the first field we encountered, I felt my heart brim with gratitude at the random grace that chanced to find us here when the flowers were at the height of their golden glory. The crop spilled down from a hillside, as though an army of optimism on the march, with a mission to brighten the days of passers-by.

I discovered an immense field of flowers a short walk away from the home we were staying in. At the very end of our stay, we noticed that harvesting had begun, and vast acreages were being emptied of the cheery yellow congregations worshipping the sun.

Carcassonne, a UNESCO World Heritage Centre

On another day’s jaunt, we spontaneously pulled off the road to look down upon one of the region’s most spectacular sights. From the gentle slope of a small hill, across a plain lush with vineyards, we took in the 2,000-year-old city of Carcassonne, Europe’s largest and best-preserved walled city. The site was named a UNESCO World Heritage Centre in 1997.

Carcassonne’s silhouette conjures up bewitching images its ramparts are punctuated with 56 watchtowers capped with pointed cones like those of sorcerers. This effect is actually an error on the part of architect Eugène Viollet-le-Duc, commissioned in 1849 to restore the citadel, which had fallen into disrepair. Overall, le-Duc’s work is considered genius, though not of strictest authenticity. The original rooflines had low slopes because snow is uncommon in the area.

A wonderful and irresistible bit of lore exists on how Carcassonne came to get its name though admittedly it is of questionable veracity. According to the story, in the 8th century, Emperor Charlemagne laid siege to the medieval town, which was then ruled by Dame Carcas, the widow of a Saracen lord. After enduring five long years of being besieged, the last of its defenders were close to starving. All that remained in the town to eat was a little pig and a sack of wheat.

Dame Carcas stuffed the pig with all the wheat and then threw it from the ramparts. When the pig hit the ground, its belly burst open and all the wheat flooded out. Charlemagne called off the siege in despair: there was clearly so much wheat in Carcassonne they were feeding it to pigs. As the enemy forces packed up to leave, Dame Carcas rang the town bells to announce the good news to the surrounding area, prompting the refrain "Carcas sonne!" or "Carcas is ringing."

Carcassonne Melting Pot

The Carcassonne region has always occupied a special place in history. Long before France came to be, it was the natural passage from East to West for invaders. The first to have a deep influence were the Romans, on their way from the Mediterranean to the rest of the Gallic territory. Then it was the turn of what we call the Barbarians, the Vandals and the Visigoths, followed by the Arabs from North Africa. Over the centuries, many civilizations came our way, imprinting their culture and their traditions. Later on, it was the last frontier of the French kingdom, on the border with expanding Catalonia.

Carcassonne Languedoc Roussillon
Photos: Meg Pier

Carcassonne's design revolved around defense, a reflection of the barbaric times in which it was built and expanded. Virtually an impregnable fortress, the intent of earlier architects was to allow inhabitants to survive long sieges, while also deceiving any enemy who found his way past its outer fortifications. One of its tower’s first floor rooms could store 1,000 salted pigs and 100 cattle. On its second floor, fake stairs were set up that would plunge strangers straight down into a deep well. Devices such as false doors and barricades were built to isolate and confuse the enemy.

Carcassonne Languedoc Roussillon
Carcassonne Languedoc Roussillon - Photos: Meg Pier

It was easy to see how intruders could lose their way, even without blind alleys. Tom and I wound our way through Carcassonne’s labyrinth of twisting and turning roads, having difficulty keeping our bearings. Unlike other area attractions that we often had to ourselves, Carcassonne was mobbed with visitors. Yet being jostled by throngs of hoi polloi in the high summer season enhanced the effect of what life must have been like in the days when this was a bustling safe haven for the high-born and peasants alike.

Carcassonne at Night

Scenes from a day in Carcassonne
Languedoc Roussillon, France - Scenes from a day in Carcassonne, Photos: Meg Pier

With the promise of too much enchantment to savor in one visit, we returned to Carcassonne later in our trip. We arrived in the early afternoon, with a stroll along the ramparts at night being the marquee event. As the sun began to go down, the sky took on a rosy glow, becoming infused with lavender. In the deepening twilight, the stone walls exuded a warm, pinkish hue and against this backdrop, I spied what I thought must be an apparition.

Dramatic silhouette of Carcassone at twilight
Dramatic silhouette of Carcassone at twilight

Drawing in my breath, I elbowed Tom and we both stood transfixed and open-mouthed for an instant, looking at a mystical figure standing alone against the fortresses’ inner wall. His long beard, balloon-shaped pants and skull cap all added to his other-worldly aura. Hands folded behind his back, the man had a regal bearing it seemed as though he were surveying his kingdom. Then, the citadel’s floodlights were switched on, washing the area in bright light, and the spell was broken. Our apparition was a modern-day Rasta. We chuckled at our willingness to believe in fairy tales and walked on.

Carcassonne and Cathars

In 1067 Carcassonne became the property of the Trencavel dynasty, and in the following centuries, the family allied in succession with the counts of Barcelona and of Toulouse. During this period, the citadel was a stronghold of Occitan Cathars and played an important role in the Albigensian Crusades. The northern French called the Cathars 'Albigensians' because there was a heavy concentration of the sect in the town of Albi.

In the Catholic crusades, Simon de Montfort starred in the role of an evil usurper, imprisoning and then slaying the hero Raymond-Roger de Trencavel. Under Montfort’s subsequent rule of the territory, the Cathar movement was largely extinguished literally. The defining event occurred on 16 March 1244, when more than 200 Cathars were massacred, burnt in an enormous fire at the fortress of Montségur.

Within the Cathar movement were those known as the perfecti, a group who were deeply devoted and led extremely ascetic lives. The perfecti offered a rite called the consolamentum, considered very important to those who chose to take it. It’s said that this secret rite awakened the Spirit within and, once it was given, the receiver was forever changed. Just as members of the Congost family of Puivert were “consoled” before their deaths, the perfecti gave the consolamentum to the 200 Cathars facing the pyre at Montsegur.

Aude River

The element of water, not fire, was the guiding force on our next excursion.  The namesake of the region, the Aude River, courses 140 miles from its source in the Pyrenees Mountains, flows north to Carcassonne, then eventually turns east and ultimately empties into the Mediterranean Sea near Narbonne. The road we traveled south followed its contours, cutting through the rocky and wild landscape of the mountainous Corbieres area, forested with beech groves and fir trees.  As we rounded another bend, we saw several cars parked on the side of the road, snug against the cliff face.

Rafters on Aude River
Rafters on Aude River - Photos: Meg Pier

Pulling over, we pulled over to see what the attraction was. Looking down, we saw the rapids of churning below, and a helmeted soul soar over the horizon on an electric blue raft. A procession of thrill-seekers careened through the cascades at the bottom of the steep cliffs, coming to a stop in a nearby pool. As they awkwardly emerged from the rafts, they joyously embraced each other.


Waters believed to have restorative powers spurred the settlement of the town we were headed to, considered the gateway to the Languedoc Roussillon's Haute Valle, or upper valley. Alet-les-Bains sprang up alongside the Languedoc Roussillon before recorded history; the bath-loving Romans are credited with discovering its thermal waters. Europe’s founding father Charlemagne is said to have sought relief from his digestive problems in its healing waters, which people continue to enjoy today, more than a millennium later.

We crossed an ancient stone bridge spanning the Aude and pulled into a parking lot on the river’s banks along the outskirts of the tiny village, home to 500 residents. We paused in front of the Boulodrome, where we watched a game in play. Also known as pétanque, the sport is similar to Italian bocce, played with metallic balls on a dirt surface. The object of the game is to throw the balls, usually with somewhat of an arched back-spin, so that they land closer to the smaller object ball than those of your opponent, or strategically drive the object ball toward your balls and away from your opponent's.

A boules player with dramatic flair! Alet Les Bains Languedoc Roussillon
A boules player with dramatic flair! Alet Les Bains Languedoc Roussillon - Photo: Meg Pier

Throughout our stay in the region, we enjoyed watching the camaraderie of the local men playing the game. Only once did we observe a woman participating, but otherwise it was a mix of ages, shapes, sizes as well as techniques and temperaments. We became fans of the crouches, curls and pirouettes, and saw styles that ranged from graceful to grotesque, with attitudes both humble and grandiose. Almost always, the men seemed to get a kick out of me photographing them, vamping and striking poses. While I couldn’t understand their French, they appeared friendly and, yes, even flirtatious.

Ancient Architecture

Entering the village proper, we ambled down an alleyway and entered a by-gone era. Seemingly preserved in medieval times, the town’s square was encircled in traditional half-timber houses. The gray exteriors of the sagging structures were festooned with hanging baskets over-flowing with cheerful flower arrangements. One building featured a Star of David; next-door, a hand-painted sign proclaimed the quarters to have been those of Nostradamus. As we reverentially photographed the historic dwelling, a young woman sashayed by us and casually waltzed in its front door.

We circled back to the main street and the ruins of the 8th century Benedictine Abbey de Notre Dame and adjacent 14th century cathedral. Entering the tourist office, the heavy, mustachioed man gave us our billets, and, unexpectedly, handed Tom a small key and a sheet of paper with a diagram. Without the ability to speak each others’ language, we managed to understand we were to go out the door, down the street and around the corner to access the ruins of the abbey. I was agog that we actually had the keys to the place and, once again, was impressed with the European nonchalance about antiquities.

Ancient Architecture in Alet Les Bains Languedoc Roussillon
Ancient Architecture in Alet Les Bains Languedoc Roussillon - Photo: Meg Pier

We roamed around the ruins alone, admiring what was left of the vaulted ceiling, the crumbling columns decorated with geometric patterns and plant shapes, and the remains of two towers. I felt a little like a naughty kid poking around where I shouldn’t be and we double-checked the padlock after closing the gate.

Returning to the office, the attendant pointed us toward a door. Walking through it, we stumbled upon four men in their under-shirts playing cards they didn’t blink an eye at the interruption and continued their heated debate. A little disoriented, we realized we were to go through yet another door.

Ancient Architecture in Alet Les Bains Languedoc Roussillon
Ancient Architecture in Alet Les Bains Languedoc Roussillon - Photo: Meg Pier

We then found ourselves in a huge open-air courtyard, surrounded by the shell of what had been a soaring building of Carolingian, Romanesque and Gothic architecture. The dilapidated façade of once mighty walls was poignant and powerful. Tom stepped under a monumental arch and up onto an area that had been the apse, sending scores of pigeons flapping, the sound of their wings a poetic touch in the golden light of late afternoon.

Rennes-Le-Château, a Languedoc Roussillon Mystery

For our final destination of the trip, we had saved the mother lode of mythical lore, the fountain head of legends, of which the Cathar connection was just a drop in the bucket. With great curiosity, Tom and I drove dead south alongside the tumbling waters of the River Aude. Past Alet-les-Bain, we reached the town of Couiza, the launching pad to Rennes-le-Château.

Snaking along a series of hairpin turns, we pulled into a large parking lot, with signs indicating visitors needed to walk the rest of the way to the commune. We took a short-cut on a well-trod path through the woods and emerged just below the cluster of the couple of dozen buildings that crown the mountaintop and constitute the village.

Rennes Le Chateau Languedoc Roussillon
Rennes Le Chateau - Photo: Meg Pier

As we trudged around a curve in the dusty road, a banner proclaimed “Remember, happiness doesn’t depend on who you are or what you have. It depends solely on what you think Buddha.”  It proved to be the first of several pieces of Buddhist art we saw, with statues of the fat-bellied Eastern teacher visible in gardens, windows and shelves of the local bookstore.

Cathar Symbolism

It was only late morning, but our stomachs were growling, and we were happy to see the wrought-iron gates of a garden restaurant open. We sat in the sun and shared a big plate of cheeses and pate. The courtyard was rimmed with leafy trees and strewn with small tables, all of which were dressed in bright yellow table clothes imprinted with a paisley design. Hanging on the wall was a red banner sporting the outline of the Cross of Toulouse in gold.

The image was ubiquitous throughout the Languedoc-Roussillon region, found on flags, in stone, as jewelry, within stained glass, even spray-painted on walls as graffiti. While technically a feature of the coat-of-arms of the Counts of Toulouse during the Middle Ages, the distinctive shape had come to symbolize the Cathar resistance during the Albigensian Crusades.

The restaurant occupied one quadrant of the mountain top, with the Church of St. Magdalen and its property encompassing the other three-fourths of the plateau. From the threshold of the La Table de L’Abbe, we looked across a small lane at the sprawling stone buildings in warm peach hues, offset by the deep greens of pine and shrubbery. Religious statuary bejeweled the building’s walls.

Above the front door of the church was an inscription: Terribilis est locus iste or, “this is a place of awe.” Entering, Tom and I both had a visceral reaction to the figure greeting us in the dimly-lit chapel a sculpture of a truly evil-looking devil served as the stand for the holy water stoup. Above him, a flock of angels in pastel robes had puzzled expressions on their faces, and one held her hand to her head in a posture that spoke of being overwhelmed. In the opposing corner, across a black and white checkerboard floor, was a statue of Jesus, in the same pose and with similar garb as the horned monster. I later read an interpretation of this decorative scheme as representing the Cathar dualism, with the opposing forces of good and evil engaged in a spiritual game of chess.

Villa Bethania

Scenes from Renne-les-Chateau
Scenes from Renne-les-Chateau, Photos: Meg Pier

True to its introduction, the chapel did indeed fill me with awe but it was not a place where I would have sought comfort. I was glad to move on to the adjacent Villa Bethania and more earthly affairs. The Renaissance-style villa was the home of two characters whose activities have inspired conspiracy theories said to threaten the very foundations of Catholicism. The Abbe Berenger Sauniere and his housekeeper Marie Denaraud, both born in the mid-19th century, went to their graves with the secret of the fabulous wealth that afforded them a lifestyle at odds with their rural, mountain village existence not to mention any holy vows taken. The pair built and lavishly entertained in their less-than-humble abode, complete with two adjacent Neo-gothic towers and a park with fountains.

Aude France
Photos: Meg Pier

Out of the mystery of the source of Sauniere’s riches, others have woven a web of intrigue, stringing together the descendants of Jesus and Mary Magdelan, the Priory of Scion, the Holy Grail and the Ark of the Covenant, among other enigmas. Rennes-le-Chateau figures centrally in the book The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail and references to the village are woven throughout Dan Brown’s Da Vinci Code.

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Photo: Meg Pier

We ambled up the winding road to the edge of the village. In a cul-de-sac encircled by a stone wall, beyond which a row of lavender blooms waved in the breeze, we looked out over the vista. Contemplating the lush valley below and the undulating lines of the mountain range on the horizon, I had a keen sense of being one in a long line who had stood here and done the same, part of a continuum of curious travelers. Counts and Cathars, troubadours and treasure-hunting priests, our journeys had taken us through many peaks and valleys, bringing us to behold this spectacular view.

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2 thoughts on “Guide to the Best of Languedoc Roussillon Region of France”

  1. This is a really beautiful region that is very different from other parts of France. There aren’t huge crowds of tourists either which makes the experience mush more enjoyable and relaxing!

  2. I totally agree Tom! There is a real mystique to “Cathar Country” and the lack of crowds adds hugely to the historic ambience!


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