A last look behind us as we leave the little village perched high in the mountains near the French Italian border, near the Maginot line. Good bye, maybe forever, I don't know if I'll be back this way again.
We get further and, further away....
Now we can't see it anymore but we're looking at the ravine below us.
The back end of Saorge as we come down from the monastery. 
The grape arbor in the garden of the monastery. It's a good time to visit in September, the grapes are still on the vine. Come October, which was when we visited last year, they'll all be picked and the vines would be bare.
The ancient irrigation system of the garden. I think it's in disuse, now they use a hose with water from the city supply.
It's been an incredible day spent in the mountains. There were a lot of hikers from all over Europe, usually elderly retirees. What a wonderful place to retire to, Europe, I mean, you can have access to the hiking trails around quaint perched villages. I'd die happy.
No comments:
Post a Comment