France 2010 - Alet-les-Bains, a memory made...

When we left Carcassonne in the afternoon we headed back via a scenic route explained to us by Madame Butterfly before we left our villa in the morning.  She had suggested to us that we stop off for lunch at a little village called Alet-les-Bains.

The road to Alet-les-Bains.

We found the village to the left of the main road and drove over the bridge and down a side street where we parked the car.

The bridge we crossed before parking the car for our picnic in Alet-les-Bains.

We grabbed the picnic from the boot of the car and headed across the river to a pretty picnic spot to eat...

Picnic table.

It was lovely.  Dyl was playing down by the river but it was a little fast running to actually paddle and every now and then kyakers would come bombing down stream.  Dyls disappeared for a while then came back and asked me to follow him.

Dyl paddling across to the pillar of the bridge.

So I did, curious to see what he had found.  I followed him across a small stream of the river and climbed onto the one of the pillars of the old stone bridge.  We carefully edged along a ledge under the arch of the bridge.  Once we were around the other side of the pillar there was the most wonderful spot for contemplation. 

Me balancing on the ledge around pillar of the bridge.

So I sat down on the ledge with Dyl with my feet dangling off into the cold fast running water.  We sat day dreaming and watched the dragonflies darting over the surface of the water.
 

 Dyl turned to me and said, “This is how memories are made.”  He was right. It was the most wonderful moment in time captured in our memories.