I was in France in September driving through Provence. Just me in a rented Mini with the French language GPS lady, whom I named Gigi, and look where I ended up! Absolutely spectacular. Getting there was something else, though. Not the least of which was the incredible, wild climb to the top on a hairpin-turn road, so narrow there wasn’t even a line painted down the middle. Nor the fact that the only thing separating me from the chasm of the gorge below was a tiny, little wall about four bricks high, four very old, possibly ancient, stone bricks. No guardrail, no shoulder, no nothing. It wasterrifying and, indeed, spectacular at the same time. What an adventure! Talk about out of my comfort zone. But, wow, I highly recommend it.
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