At the top of the gorge the climate is dry and hot, feeling almost like the Sierra Nevada, though the Tirolean architecture and Alpine peaks in the distance remind you where you are.
On the rocks along the steps there are signs of where the glacier was in previous years and you as you descend you begin to comprehend the massive amount of ice melt that has occurred in the last 20 years and continues to accelerate.
The first thing we noticed about the Alps is that everyone is using the hiking trails: we’ve seen numerous 3 year-olds scaling peaks with their parents and an endless string of 80 year-old couples have passed by us on trails above the treeline.
Talmont is one of Pam and Fred’s favorite places to spend an afternoon and it quickly became ours too, when we visited in February. A fact which will surprise no one: the village is a member of the Les Plus Beaux Villages de France (the most beautiful villages of France) association.
This time around, Bassac felt familiar and yet entirely different – this time we had the pleasure of being accompanied by my parents, of visiting with Pam and Fred and witnessing the astonishing transformation of France in bloom.
When Molly and I strolled through the Jardin des Plantes on a Saturday afternoon it was full of families and kids running through the lined bosquets trees.
And lastly for pictures that need no introduction.
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