Place des Neuf Jets is the natural centre of old Ceret, named for its fountain and shaded by the sort of plane trees that make southern French squares feel instantly habitable. Cafes spill out around it, and streets lead off toward the church and museum.
It is not a grand ceremonial square. Its value is rhythm: coffee, market talk, children, shutters, and that small-town Catalan confidence Ceret wears so well.