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CROIX DE JUILLET WALK AROUND QUARANTE REDUX: NEW SHERIFF IN TOWN

There's a new sheriff in town!

His name is Bill. And he's from Texas! Walk Meister Roger has motored off into the sunset. But fear not. The walkers of Quarante have a new Meister. Bill has made certain that we don't skip a beat.

How about doing the Croix de Juillet again?

So off we went. The route was slightly different, a bit easier and a bit shorter, but still clocking in at close to five miles. I only took pictures that show the difference. You can see our full previous Croix de Juillet walk HERE.

New Sub Meister?

Start at the co-op as usual.
But this time take the paved road all the way to the top. Walking trails are marked in blue.
Autocross grounds.
More red dirt.
Co-op falls behind quickly when the way is paved.
But along the vines as ever.
Fancy that! A road sign to point the way.
And there it is.
And there we are.
Still color in the vines.
A bit hazy.
A bit of rain, not too heavy, and the color might get more intense. It's been SO dry.
Back to the co-op.
Many townspeople have small garden plots among the vines just outside of the village. This old gent's plot showed recent end-of-season work - planting late lettuce and hanging on to that one, last tomato...





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  1. Does Bill live year round in Quarante now? Regards to all, Elizabeth

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    1. I've sent you a message. Short answer - no, but he's here often.

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  2. What a relief to know the Sheriff is in town. Now I don't have to translate my book on the Crosses of Quarante!

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    1. Walk with us the next time that you are in town!

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