Visit other walks and my observations on French life HERE. Enjoy.
| An 'official' walk starting in an overgrown parking lot |
| Lower sections shaded. |
| But every once in a while the path opens up. |
| Everywhere that I go, brooom finds me and my nose. |
| The vines are exceptionally lush this year. |
| Back into the woods. |
| This one won't make my collection of stone walls. |
| Can you see it? |
| Closer. Right in the middle of the trail. Not many walkers this year, I guess. |
| How to choose? Follow the marked trail. Blue lines. I've shown them before. |
| Tended vines in the most remote places. |
| Amazonia? |
| The walls of a hamlet? I keep threatening to bring a shovel with me. |
| Broom follows me where ever I go! |
| Upland meadow. |
| You just have to stop and look. |
| Hunter's stand. Deer? Boar? |
| Open... |
| ...and closed up again. |
| At the end, a bit of road. |
| A photography installation throughout the village. Even an illuminated one in an olive grove. |
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