The mysterious, rather troubling side of southern France in general, and of parts of Languedoc in particular, have long intrigued me, even if I take most of the stories and rumours to be well-spun tales rather than documented truth following the historical method.
In August 2009, on the way to visit Peyrepertuse, we skirted around the imposing mountain at Bugarach, itself now an increasing focus of mysterious rumours.
We then went back to Rennes-le-Chateau later than afternoon, having first visited in 1996, 10 years after I had first read The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail. Outwardly, the village seemed little changed. However...