All the locals say we’ve been lucky. It’s a particularly spectacular autumn. It’s been perhaps the biggest surprise: this mountainous landscape of golden hues.
Yesterday, Delphine and I drove up a winding mountain pass where we stopped half-way, high up on the saddle, to eat elevenses of fresh bread and cheese bought from a local market. Sitting on Delphine’s upturned jacket crunching baguette and gazing at the view, for that one moment, I was content simply to be.