There are unique trips that require little transportation.
When, this Wednesday in March, Éric and Sylvie Monceret leave their town of Carcassonne (Aude) for a destination that is familiar to them, Cabrières (Hérault), an hour and a half away, they are in reality going to the other end of the world.
Once they take a stony path at the exit of this winegrowers' village, they find themselves immersed in the coldest ocean on the globe, meeting improbable creatures.
If their walking shoes nevertheless remain dry that day, it is not because the sun is beating down, but because, over time, plate tectonics has done its work of recycling the continents, erecting up to the Tarn the massif of the Black Mountain, which they survey again.
As for the animals they come to flush out, they died five hundred million years ago, at a time when life could only be marine: Éric and Sylvie are fossil hunters.
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