Today

Not the most exciting day. We went in search of a new walking spot. I loaded the dogs in the car. I have to protect the new upholstery so I bought a seat cover for the back and for the front passenger seat.  No blanket can stay put on it, so it becomes a slippery slide for 2 bigs dogs. We whip around corners, I shift into too low a gear...they fly from side to side. It can't be too pleasant for them.

Dirty Dog Slippery Slide

I had in my head that there was a little area to park that I could walk to a trail like I do in La Colle, but I could not find one. There must be one, but I couldn't find it. The town on the hill turns out to be Le Bar Sur Loup. I have been trying to get to a rose garden up about this ville for years and years. It's an uphill garden, and private. Maybe this year. This town is about 10 miles form my maison.  I stopped in a parking lot that was right in front of the town. An old gut with a completely round head, that looked like Wimpy but in his Sunday Best, told me that the lost was complete. I asked him if he "knew" of a place I could walk the dogs but damn!!! if I didn't use the wrong verb. I used "have", had I gotten the verb right, he might have helped me. I'm still kicking myself...simple French.  So, we turned around and kept going toward Vence.

Le Bar Sur Loup

Aqueduct to Le Bar

Can you see St. Jeannette way at the top?

 The roads are all sharp turns and narrow. There are bicyclists to contend with. When you least expect it,  you look in the mirror and there is a big powerful car so close that you can't see their licence plate. I always pull over. I've learned to do this from driving in Greece and Italy, I don't need the stress and I don't have issues with letting someone else power by. I am not a man.
But the poor dogs, sliding this way and that, panting, wondering what the hell happened to our big Mercedes Station Wagon.

I found a road that looked like it might have some kind of Parc off of it. I'm still a little confused as to what it was that I found. It was a woods, not too dense, called Parc Du Souvenirs. We drove a few miles in and I just pulled over. I asked a woman if it's Ok to walk the dogs there and where. She pointed in a direction and said for me to just walk into the country. It was none too exciting for all of that driving to get there. All through this parc were these low stone walls that were pretty close together. Maybe they were old olive groves or vineyards. There are neither left.

Parc du Souvenir

We walked around a bit and found a wooded area that had more of these low stone wall, but these were covered in moss. Emile did get to stick his coiffured head into a nice hole though. On the way out I saw a trail that was going towards St. Paul. Next time we will try that.

I forgot to mention that there was a view of the sea from way up on this drive.  I could not find a place to pull over and take a picture. 

The well groomed occasional hunter

Old stone walls covered with moss.


 

We headed home through Vence and past St. Paul. It's so great to drive standard on these roads. I love putting good music on and shifting around the curves.

The dogs are now passed out, happy to be back. They are exhausted from the car, not from a big walk. 

No good pictures taken either.