A wonderful memory with Nall was when we drove to the Gorge du Verdun from Vence. We left the Cocoon, Nall’s residence in Vence and headed to Aiguines, where Nall’s friends Arlette and Steve lived. The drive on the Route de la Cornice Sublime was stunning as we went through small villages and had a view of the gorgeous turquoise water of the Lake of St. Croix.
We picked up Steve and Arlette and went into town to get some provisions for the hike. We met the most unique and charming man at his shop/office/pharmacy—I coined him ‘Mayor of Verdun’. He immediately cautioned us to shut the door to keep the flies in. After purchasing some vests, lavender perfume, snacks and water we were off to the Gorge. I will never forget the mayor—a wonderfully authentic man.
At the trailhead Arlette and I went one way with Nall and Steve taking another path. We were to meet where we started two hours later. I didn’t exactly know the reason we split up but I think it was because Nall is not a fan of heights, so not enthused about going the steep route we chose.
The only drawback was that Arlette couldn’t speak a word of English, and my French was also pretty much non-existent. But we expressed ourselves very well with hand signals and gestures and had a grand time together, laughing at every turn.
We met the guys at the top and dined at a wonderful café. Nall and I reluctantly drove back to Vence and had a lively discussion about our day. I so appreciated that Nall took me on a wonderful journey I will never forget. Our time there was spectacular – short and sweet and as near to perfect as you can get. Steve and Arlette were lovely, and I think of them fondly. What a memory—I will carry it in my heart forever.