On the right, the chain of the Garrigues rears its desolate peaks, its plateaux of stones, its huge rusty boulders that look as though they had been reddened by the sun.

The high road, embanked along the riverside, passes on amidst enormous rocks, between which glimpses of the valley are caught at every step.

Nothing could be wilder or more strikingly grand than this road out of the hillside.

At night time, especially, it inspires one with a feeling of deep awe.

The insurgents advanced under the pale light, along what seemed the chief street of some ruined town, bordered on either side with fragments of temples.