The colors here are bright, brilliant. It seems every house's shutters must contrast with the walls, and every other doorway is framed by gigantic roses threatening to drown you in petals. It's always a surprise turning around the corner in our petit village.

The mistrals, they were strong. Followed by rain, argh. It rained for what must have seemed like forever, although it was only a week-and-a-half. We walked, we hiked. Two days ago the sun came out and we basked in its warmth for the better part of the day, talking about being lazy and being inspired to climb. That's IF the cliffs are dry. Nothing worse than wet limestone, but then again, nothing better than dry limestone! :-)