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ASSIGNAN WALK WITH PICS - JUNE, 2018

There's not much to say about this walk. It's typical of the region. Typical except that Assignan is an interesting experiment in foreign ownership of a French village. (See how they market the "French village experience" HERE.) And don't forget the Belgian-inspired beer available at the end of the walk. The walk itself is partially wooded and shaded, partially open and in the vines, with some spectacular views and an oddity or two.

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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