A path ran along at the base of this prodigious wall, from the top of which stretched the arid causse.

The sun was setting when I reached a wood of scattered firsa more melancholy spot at that hour than the bare causse.

I took a path that led me up to the barren causse, from which the red roofs of Autoire soon became visible under an amphitheatre of high wooded hills.

I did not take the road, but climbed the cliffs, trusting myself to chance and the torrid causse.