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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