Another beautiful medieval village buried in some other crisp, whitewashed mountains. Are we this jaded already? As pretty as it all is I can’t help but feel I’ve now seen it before. Perhaps it’s the tourists, all moving in that same airy and dislocated way — aimless as we all are. Or the pervasive Blanc du Nil boutique selling the same wares town after town, a blanket of fashionable white linen to cover the grit of centuries.
We stay a few short hours on our way to La Ciotat.
It IS beautiful. Of course it is.
Next: La Ciotat