When I looked down from the plane on the way to Nice, I wrote down some amazing things I saw.
There was forest that looked like dust, and red fields with dark veins all through them, and a lake the most amazing shade of turquoise. I wondered if I'd find out what all tehsethings were.
In the last two days my sister drove us along a route she'd worked out, and to my utter amazement I saw all the same sights again.
Here's the fields.
The earth around there is refined into pigments for painting: ligt ochr, yellow ochre, red ochre, brown ochre.
It's a bit like walking in a paint-box.
We climbed up to a tiny church where I lit a candle.
Heres the view. I don't know if you an see quite how turquoise the lake is.