Last day riding for this trip. Petit déjeuner at home with Denis and Michel in St. Tropez then riding up to the cork tree forest that clothes the Massif des Maures. Stopping for coffee in the little village of Le Plan de la Tour. Previously a village of vineyard and forest workers, now you don’t have much choice if you have only one million Euros to buy your holiday house. Nonetheless, the new owners have mostly made their renovations sympathetic to the local styles.
Au revoir to Denis and Michel, I continued riding around the hard crystalline rock of the Maures crags, the road following the ravines of the river Aille. It reaches a waterfall, the slab type where the flow plunges into another ravine. It’s a scene reminiscent of somewhere in Africa although the flow of the little Allie only hints at the Zambezi or the Nile, and is much reduced at the end of another dry summer. Nor are there giraffes pecking leaves on the Acacia trees - these are Parasol Pines, of culinary use in a survival situation but more prosaically, are much appreciated for their shade.
And riding back to see the sunset over Marseille.