Éze Village is about 1400 feet above sea level, and the bus ride was a crazy 15 minute journey up steep hills with intense switchbacks. Next to the road was a drop-off down a cliff and the bus driver took each turn at full speed.
As a writer it’s difficult to admit that a location has me so in thrall that I’ve been rendered speechless. It runs rather counter to one’s desire to write about the location. But, alas, here we are.
With solo travel comes a type of loneliness that is freeing, but crushing. The need for connection is biological. It’s how we’re wired. And we wind up lacking it.
Imagine limestone walls, narrow passageways, gas lanterns casting a warm friendly glow and soft laughter coming from restaurants you know are around a corner but can’t see yet…
That’s Sarlat, and dammit if I’m not already in love with it.
A friend suggested I make more of an effort to talk about my experiences and thoughts on local culture along with posting daily favorite photos.
Favorite photos day 7/22. Visited the chateaux of Chenonceau (1st) and Chambord (2nd). I… I’m too stunned by beauty to be able to think of