and its fountain-lavatory
Nestling at the foot of the cliffs, the village of Corn is a delightfully discreet place. At the heart of the village is a resurgence of water, which has magically emerged from a cave to feed a washhouse and run 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 wander through the narrow streets lined with wisteria. Below, under the bridge with its flower-bedecked banks, wooden tables invite you to take a picnic break among the trees. On either side of the river, the castles of Goudou and Roquefort remind us of the seigniorial conflicts of the Middle Ages.





























