Calern

Yesterday the BH had the bright idea of taking her mother-in-law and Yours Truly up to the Calern plateau, where the astronomical observatory litters the limestone with strange structures and even stranger notices (what, for instance is the T.A.R.O.T. facility, as there were no signs of card players or chiromantic enthusiasts?).



There was one solitary puff of cloud to emphasise the faultlessly blue sky, the crickets were suffering a traffic jam as they leaped out of our way on the tarmac, and the sarriette (summer savoury) was in fully scented bloom, backed up by the last of the wild lavender.

Can't think of a nicer spot, after the hectic scooter dodging of the coast.