In France, all the D-roads (secondary roads) take you sightseeing! They climb up and down the mountains, into forests, down to rivers, across hundreds of bridges, and through the cutest villages.
I had a feeling that all of those villages and roads were a part of a gigantic (and secret!) landscape/architecture design project. It is just impossible for everything to be so beautiful and so harmonious π
Spend a few nights in a tiny village, listen to the birds singing, soak in the sunshine and peacefulness. People donβt even lock their houses there! And everyone says βbon jourβ and smiles π₯°
And those gorges – oh my god! I donβt have words to express how unearthly stunning they are!
Pure love π thatβs all.
Love for the green fields, the bright yellow flowers, the deep turquoise water, the tallest mountains, the stains of snow in the forest, the plentiful tunnels, the cliff houses, the white mountain tops, the sun flickering through the tall pine trees as I enter another curve. Oh yes, love for the endless curves! For the two wheels and a full tank of gas! ππ¨