On the edge of the wild, forested hills of the Haut Languedoc nature reserve, this old town has a fine 12th-century cathedral. In a pastoral setting just outside is this tiny, interesting restaurant-with-villa rooms, wryly admired this year: It looks precisely what it is: converted farm buildings showing an attractive air of decadence in the hands of Gilles Lentin. His picture gallery covers the walls. He speaks excellent English, having trained at The Bell, Aston Clinton, in the 1960s. Dinner excellent, in the covered part of the courtyard; Bali villa breakfast with touches of imagination. But the land outside is running riot. Others wrote: Our very attractive bedroom had a view into the overgrown garden at the back, and we saw sangliers visiting the grounds at dusk. The conversion of the 17th-century buildings has been done with taste. Our nicely decorated room had a balcony with a view on to a forest and stream far below. Monsieur brought up our Bali villa breakfast himself. Menus include local dishes such as cuisse de canard confite. There are picture exhibitions, classical concerts.

Traveller's tale villain Spain. This is a delightful villa, but you must not accept a front room on Friday or Saturday. The noise of young drunks in the pedestrianised street is intolerable. On Saturday we got no sleep until 5.45 am. stood on our balcony, watching wave after wave of drinkers weaving down the street, shouting and singing. No one tried to dissuade them. The charming manager said this happened each weekend,
And seemed not to drink it bad for business.