AT THE BORDER BETWEEN FRENCH AND SPAIN
By Zoran Slavic
Finally the borders of Spain. Tomorrow I leave France. Day respite in Cerbere. We are still in Catalonia, a very playful coast, the Iberian-oriental zone. Ancient place. Moreover, here he was fabulous King Charlemagne and his son Charles. Of course, for centuries after inevitable Greeks, Romans and Gaul’s, who was the geographical and spiritual space permanently marked monuments. The remains of these cultures are still somewhat hidden but still present and interesting. Valley, which is partly housed and today Serber, otherwise all of the rugged beauty, rounded the unusual rocks, which is most easily explained by specifying the information that they feared for centuries by its expressiveness all unexpected. The people are today, not without reason called the'' devil rocks”.
We have not sought accommodation: our guide, Bordeaux television counterpart, the Spaniard descent, took us to the Hotel Restaurant La Dorada. Almost from the shore. While we drink coffee, as it aggravates us that are many bikes around. Continues the environment in which is embedded a small town Cerbere. Evening descends. Quartz structure, its bluish twinkle in the dusk, really seems unreal. For day yet this landscape alleviate many vineyards, olive groves, a cypress and other plants '' Mediterranean'' botany. The climate here is almost Southern, and the blood of the natives, sometimes French, then Spanish, and we know exactly what they are - Catalans.
However, despite the prevailing climate splendor, I had the honor to late afternoon, meet a local specialty: Tremonton, cold and wind with stunning Pyrenees. At the time of the nature muddled, clashed with warm air Mediterranean and razor sharp mountain collapsed, and all, for a couple of hours received sepia color. Horizon was covered with mist, which are all the vibrant colors of the south now silenced. All this lasted only a few hours, although residents say tramnotana knows better.
However, 1940. , the German philosopher and writer Walter Benjamin, in company with an American woman not allowed on this path. Gendarmes, customs officers and collaborators were in control of this pathway. Rail - a tunnel through the Pyrenees boulders also had not occurred. His only option is just to goat paths, in the column of fugitives, mostly intellectuals and artists of Jewish origin, takes circuitous mountain, to Port Bou.
As they prepare to visit several interesting sites in the Cerbere learn more about that part of the coast. The Côte Vermeille is a region in the French department of Pyrenees-Orientales, near the border with Spain. The Côte Vermeille stretches from Argelès-sur-Mer to the border village of Cerbere, quaint and relatively quiet seaside hideaway. The towns of Collioure, Port-Vendres and Banyuls-sur-Mer are nested along a 20 km stretch of beaches, small bays, creeks and coves, with some fabulous walks and trails. I intend to visit, in return, and Port-Vendres.
Then go on a bit of climbing. Our goal is to rise above the Cerbere. Cape Cerberus is formed by steep cliffs that rise abruptly behind the town.
It is the end of the chain E Albères, a prominent mountain. This is the ultimate flagship French before the Franco-Spanish border, also known as "solar light". In addition to an exceptional view of the good part of the coast, at Cape Cerberus is important Lighthouse. Uncommon designed such that it comes to a modern sculpture, this lighthouse, as it is a point of comfort on this coastline.
For tomorrow just left visiting another attraction - Le Belvedere du Rayon Vert.