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Rocks and pebbles

I just returned from a trip with my mother, who graciously invited me to the land of France and I am still shocked by my unexpected encounter with the rock. We left in Provence with a small detour into the Vercors and Ardèche to see the landscape so great that I wonder why we as a bowl with lavender, so it is much more to see in this region so rich in geological curves. I'm talking about all forms of rock, both gorges and caves carved by water, mountains and cliffs driven by the internal movement of the earth that unimaginable inventiveness of man immersed in a world far more vast and powerful than himself.

I met first warm friends who showed us Avignon, with its city of the popes, but especially the Chartreuse of Villeneuve-les-Avignon, where have experienced priests and brothers partitioned into cells stones without physical contact or verbal with anything other than these porous walls and cold but where there feels strangely calming a deep and comfortable.

Then we headed towards the village in the region of Bories Gordes in the Vaucluse, built entirely with huge amounts of dry stones removed from fields previously uncultivable this patient until clean-up . The stones were then carefully cut and simply laid without mortar to build huts and fences winding.

Then C takes us see the village of Roussillon and its ocher cliffs of red, orange, yellow, from which we withdraw once the precious pigments for the coloration of various materials, including the facades of the houses so vivid in color. We will return to my mother and me a few days later to make the path of ochres and wander long in this surreal landscape.

We then ascended to Bollène with my mom, C, and his father see the cave houses of Barry dug into the cliff tops to hide the barbarians that we could monitor far. There's such poetry in these houses where they created the space as needed, and where the man was both integrated and protected by nature.

My mother and I have been visiting the cave Cocalière one of the many caves alongside the magnificent G barley Ardeche eaten up over time by the current of a river that we can travel by car along the ramparts and magnificent breathtaking.

Then I insisted to see my idol madness, High Horse Factor-banks.

history of it is still tied to the rock. This man, a real factor, collided one day at a strange stone in his career and picked it in his wheelbarrow on his return from work.

By finding several of these beautiful rocks, he had the idea to build a palace in honor of the peasants and their daily hard work but also to know the culture and art to them . His vision did not know necessarily be appreciated by the villagers but surprised some time later by Picasso, Breton, Dada, and several artists in search of creative freedom detached from the artistic community and fashionable at the time. The result is surprising given that this factor traveled more than 35km per day and he built in his spare time for 40 years this majestic palace filled with perfect details and engraved many thoughts. Hat!

Grignan For nearly a strange geological formation leaving us the impression of big waves.

And then we go down south through Mount Ventoux, 1912 m, where many cyclists defy the issue to prove its good will in any event.

Then we travel to the Calanques of Cassis many small roads and villages perched in the mountains and when we breath cut at any moment by the magnitude of their beauty and feel so small against these giants almost motionless moving a few centimeters per million years. You feel suddenly in a hurry for anything!

Thanks Mom for this gift and thank you to all our guests who generously welcomed home by sharing with us this beautiful corner of France! To see lots and lots of our best photos click here !