There’s a mountain town whose hillside is saturated with iron ore, giving it a variety of color from burnt yellow to reddish brown, called ochre by those who buy paint from art stores. It differs from the beautiful landscape of Sedona, Arizona in one important way—Roussillon is built with exquisite taste.
To be in Roussillon without a camera is like being hungry in France between 15:00 and 17:00, which we were. You can get wine and beer, but no food. So drinks it was. Not much else to say about the place. Lots of gawking tourists…not that we had stones to toss. A pleasant stop.