Passing through the magnificent roman archway commanding the main gate of this fortified town, I looked in astonishment at the large stone and cobblestones lining the ramparts. I stood for long moments in reverie before walking along the narrow meandering road skirting the walled medieval city. An amazing mosaic of trade shops and taverns ringed the town connected by a myriad of streets and hidden pathways; each was adorned with beautifully painted doors and window sills, vibrant flowers in earthen pots and elaborately designed wooden doors and cast iron ornaments. I reminisced of a time long ago, when the sounds of horses footsteps mingled with the clamouring of blacksmiths, traders and merchants selling their wares as townsfolk rejoiced at the sound of minstrels. I stopped by a staircase, nestled by a stone wall and door. An archaic crumbling stone facade made of pebbles and stones formed a beautiful mosaic of earthy hues and colours. It was if every stone had a unique story to tell, of an era long ago about a picturesque and beautiful and proud French town perched high upon on a hill.