French rock

No matter how many times I see it it always makes me smile (yes okay I'm the sort of gal that smiles when she seen an inanimate lump of rock). There is nothing better than a Monday afternoon stroll by Mont Sainte Victoire. I've climbed it, walked round it, slept on top of it, taken hundreds of photos of it and, most importantly, picnicked beside it (here, here, here and here to name but a few), Cezanne you were onto something mate!

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