Not yet completely gorged-out, we thought we’d have one final visit, this time by bike. We followed the same Route de Crêtes circuit as we’d done by car nearly a week ago – only with more stopping, panting and wheezing. Weather was hazy, still got good views of vultures cruising the updrafts, and taking the hairpin bends down on the far side was just brilliant.
Does my canyon look big in this ? Right round the bend…and she doesn’t play by the rules
On the way back we took a side road to Rougon, where we had heard that vulture feeding sometimes takes place. Not today, but it was still a cute little mountainside village.
Yep, more limestone Random housing placement La Mairie, without which no tiny French hamlet is complete This is Provençal, a local dialect , which seems well represented on sighs and place names. We are near the Italian border here, yet this looks much closer to Catalan than to Italian – quick check on Wikipedia confirms that. How did it get over here ??Oooh, yus missus – a local Frankie Howerd impersonator ( he’s huge down there – ooo-er).
