and its fountain-lavatory
At the foot of the cliffs, the village of Corn charms us with its unobtrusiveness. A resurgent stream emerges as if by magic from a cave, feeds a washhouse and winds through the village with a delightful murmur. Above these crystal-clear waters, we look up to see the first high cliffs. A totally soothing moment in nature. We stroll through the wisteria-lined lanes. Below, under the bridge with its flowery banks, wooden tables invite us to take a picnic break among the trees. On either side, the castles of Goudou and Roquefort remind us of the seigniorial conflicts of the Middle Ages.