Our walk

Almost every day, at about 4:00, we'd walk out of town to the East, go down a long hill by vineyards, an angry German Shepherd, cherry groves and farms, and then circle up the hill, stopping to pick the two ripest figs off of a wild fig tree, and finish our climb into town.

This built up a nice thirst and an excuse to go to the hotel plaza for a vin rose. Along the way I loved watching the countryside changing a little bit every day. This field was one of my favorites.