When I was young, my elder brother Bobby, who had R.L.Stevenson’s Treasure Island, and The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, as part of his curriculam to my pleasure, used to recount to me the engrossing and captivating stories..
It was much later, in my late teens that I came across a copy of Stevenson’s book about hisc travels through the Cevennes along with his lovable ‘lady friend’ ( lovable to readers like me but galling to the author),Modestine.
I had at around the same time, chanced upon another delightful account of another such adventure, The Path to Rome by another fascinating tramp, Hillaire Belloc.
Here is a link to an article about the enchanted places, which evidently still remain as enchanting and pristine today as they were to the authors of a bygone age. One ardently wishes that these places and lot more such exotic places on mother earth, will retain their virgin grace and remain enchanting forever, undesecrated by the ugly hands of ‘growth and development’. I salute the hardy people of the mountains there who perforce take the rugged beauty surrounding them for granted, but would miss tt when they have, perchance to move away. http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/apr/24/cevennes-mountains-south-of-france