St. Hippolyte, or Hippo as it is known locally, is a quiet place with little influence of tourism unlike Anduze and other nearby towns. Huge cliffs on the northern side mark the entrance to the Cevennes and to the south the plains stretch towards the Languedoc. It is in a valley to the north that we are now installed. The campsite is friendly and busy. The smell of the pizza oven hangs in the air. Someone strums a guitar. It is once again very hot.
We are camped amongst poplars with our awning creating a pleasant space and our basil plant adding to the aromas. There is a warm breeze.
Families are lunching and the pastis are being drunk. Laughter drifts across.
There is a bloke here from Margate. Brings his bike every year. He's suggested rides and may accompany us on one sometime. This afternoon though it will be just Stanley and I who will take the road over to Jean du Gard.
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