Attractions and Places To See around Saint-Rémy-Sur-Durolle - Top 20

Given the long tradition of craftsmanship in Thiers (Wikipedia reports: "The town's heyday began with the arrival of cutlery. Legend says that Auvergnatian crusaders brought this art from the Orient to Thiers. The first cutlers are documented to have settled in Thiers in the 14th century; they used the steep gradient of the Durolle River to power their blacksmith's hammers. This trade quickly brought prestige and wealth to the town."), a town twinning with Solingen (North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany) would be a good fit from a thematic perspective. This town in the Bergisches Land also has a long tradition of craftsmanship in this field. This is presented in two museums. If you are interested, see: =>> https://www.komoot.com/de-de/highlight/267474 (Industrial Museum "Gesenkschmiede Hendrichs" of the Rhineland Regional Association) =>> https://www.komoot.com/de-de/highlight/366316 (German Blade Museum)

Given the long tradition of craftsmanship in Thiers (Wikipedia reports: "The town's heyday began with the arrival of cutlery. Legend has it that Auvergnatian crusaders brought this art from the Orient to Thiers. The first cutlers are documented to have settled in Thiers in the 14th century; they used the steep gradient of the Durolle River to power their blacksmith's hammers. This trade quickly brought prestige and wealth to the town."), a town twinning with Solingen (North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany) would be a good fit from a thematic perspective. This town in the Bergisches Land also has a long tradition of craftsmanship in this area. This is presented in two museums. If you are interested, see: =>> https://www.komoot.com/de-de/highlight/267474 (Industrial Museum "Gesenkschmiede Hendrichs" of the Rhineland Regional Association) =>> https://www.komoot.com/de-de/highlight/366316 (German Blade Museum)

Spectacular, the Valley of Factories is a pleasant way to climb to the summit of Thiers while avoiding main road traffic. The richness of the industrial heritage is remarkable.

great ride but remember to charge the batteries before leaving.....

The Puy de Montoncel is an extinct volcano, culminating at an altitude of 1,287 meters. In a notebook, I wrote about it: "Its slopes are covered with a majestic thorn forest, with an archaic, sometimes primal beauty. The rare paths that cut through the woods wind along the slopes, in the shade of the green giants. These paths are the veins of the forest. They are tunnels of abundant oxygen. From meadows to groves, I feel as if I'm floating on an ocean of nature. At the summit of the puy, I find a plateau devoid of trees as if blown by the wind, and topped with a thick thatch. A huge iron cross rises into the sky, looking mischievously at the wind turbines on the neighboring ridges, which come to life with the sound of the air." I sit down on a wide carpet of green grass, a veritable velvet to rest my body after this first, sweaty climb. I light a pipe and cheerfully observe the Auvergne volcanoes that swell the horizon. Their supple, rounded shapes give the impression of observing distant hills. Puy-de-Dôme, Monts Dore, Puy-de-Sancy, I amuse myself by guessing the roofs I was clambering over the previous year.

Down here in the valley are the "ruins" of the old cutlery factories; over the years they had to make way for more modern production facilities...

A city steeped in history where you can take a break during your outings! Cutlery is the heart of the city and Thiers knives are the most beautiful in the world! You owe it to yourself to leave with yours! For more advice, don’t hesitate to follow us on all networks @chouchou_team

The Puy de Montoncel is an extinct volcano, peaking at 1,287 meters above sea level. In a notebook I wrote about him: “Its slopes are covered with a majestic thorn forest, with an archaic, sometimes primal beauty. The rare paths that cut through the woods wind along the slopes, in the shade of the green giants. These paths are the veins of the forest. They are the tunnels of abundant oxygen. From meadows to groves, I have the impression of floating on an ocean of nature. At the top of the puy, I find an empty plateau of trees as if blown by the wind, and covered with thick thatch. A huge iron cross rises in the sky, looks mischievously at the wind turbines which on the neighboring ridges come alive to the sound of the air. I sit on a large carpet of green grass, real velvet to rest my body from this first and sweaty ascent. I light a pipe and happily observe the volcanoes of Auvergne which stir up the horizon. Their supple and rounded shapes give the impression of observing distant hills. Puy-de-Dôme, Monts Dore, Puy-de-Sancy, I have fun guessing the roofs on which I trudged the previous year. »