Bridge Over Tarn Waters and Golgothe

Left the rather disappointing though well situated campsite at Narbonne-Plage - it flattered to deceive with its fancy wakeboarding lagoon and water park and beautiful children's playground.  But when you have to perform balancing acts on the toilet seats and there isn't any paper in sight plus the shower requires the fulltime use of one hand to maintain any water emissions, you can keep your fancy facilities, I just want to go to the bathroom!
But hey ho, away we go, onward and northward with a quick stop in Narbonne town proper which was the first town to be established in the Roman occupation of France (What have the Romans ever done for Narbone you ask (Monty Python Life of Brian for those who don't understand this comment) and is a rather quaint tiny replica of the center of Paris with even a market called 'Les Halles' and little stalls by the mini copy of the Seine... but wait no another flattering to deceive....its the Canal de la Robine - not even a river - the river Aude actually lurks outside the town!
The trip up the A75 was pretty uneventful till we finally traversed the bridge over the Tarn at Millau, which does not flatter to deceive at all.  It is the highest bridge in the world and though we couldn't stop to peer over the edge and take photos, I can tell you that you would need a pair of binoculars to see the river below.  Incredibly impressive feat of engineering with cable stays similar to Golden Gate in construction, but I found it even more stunning because of the height.
On the way up to our stopping place, couldn't resist the extra photo as I observed Jesus is apparently still on the cross at Golgothe (French bible version).  These little towns and their unusual buildings were a feature along the route the whole way through the Massif Central.
Finally decided to stop in an off the main drag part of the Auvergne region at a little hamlet called Auriac-L'Eglise.  It was about 10 km down a very windy road which ended up being little wider than the camper van but we found ourselves in an incredibly peaceful field next to a river with impressive wooded hills all round.  Unfortunately the only restaurant in the village was not open because the chef was too tired - classic rural french laissez-faire attitude and so we returned to the van and popped a pizza in the oven as L prepared a salad and after a gin and tonic and some really good Chilean red wine courtesy of LV last trip we finished the evening with BG work, Duolingo and now blip.  Problem is these daily end of day activities when on the road end up taking us to bed time and we have no time to play a game or read a book!  Good times though!