Most of my life I have lived on hills or mountains and I love being up high. When I was a wee child I lived in Vaison-la-Romaine with my grandparents until I was about 4 years old. This town in Provence is at the base of the Mont Ventoux - which is quite a stiff hill for the climbers of the Tour de France. Here I am below with my granddad at the base of the Mount Ventoux that can be seen in the background. (Click on collage twice to enlarge.)
La Rue Muller in Montmartre painted by Maurice Utrillo, French (1883-1955)
"When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered ... the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls ... bearing resiliently, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their essence, the immense edifice of memory."
- Marcel Proust, French novelist (1871-1922.)