Yesterday morning we decided to check out the Castle Sainte Claire--the former home of the American writer Edith Wharton. I'm not the world's biggest Edith Wharton fan, but it was fun to trek up the hill to her beautiful gardens, where the pleasant shade cast by large palm and cypress trees was more than welcome in the midst of the mid-morning heat.
Finn had fun on the way up to the castle collecting fallen leaves and fanning his little sister with them:
Once at the garden, we enjoyed the garden's lookout, which has a wide view of the ville below.
Here is the courtyard of the maison on the garden grounds, once Wharton's house:
This rough terrain is the cobbled road on the way down from the gardens. It's not hard to imagine horses making their way along this road, or to hear the hollow clops of their hooves on the cobbles.
This road is even more treacherous. It's bedrock, and steep enough to break an ankle on.
Here, Nathan demonstrates the narrow width of one of the streets of the old section of the village:
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