Friday 18 April
We travel to Peillon a small village in the Alpes Maritime inland from Monaco and Menton. The plane circles Nice Airport for half an hour, the captain telling us there is a bank of cloud he can’t fly through before finally landing with a great jolt, after several unnerving and violent changes in altitude. We ride in a taxi to Peillon, where Brigitte is waiting to show us our house which sits right at the entrance to the fortified souterraine medieval village, although not part of it. The top floor of this lovely four story house, swathed in abundantly blooming wisteria, is ours for two weeks. Brigitte shows us round – the two patios, the isolated living room, the views of perched Peillon. We have no shopping, no coffee, tea or food. So we go out to the Auberge de la Madone, and have a superb tea there as it comes dark, and the green lights amongst the rampant ivy come on to shine up at the trees.
the view of Peillon from the valley below.
Peillon Village
Peillon Village
Peillon Village
not at home 