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Welcome to my friend, Gibi’s, mountain retreat. It’s an hour hike from the town that captured my heart years ago, Saorge. If you’re hardy enough to make the climb, he’ll welcome you with a glass of homemade grape juice or wine that he toted in his backpack on one of his jaunts up the mountain.

coffee and map

“There it is!” I shouted. I’d spotted Les Deux Garçons, MFK Fisher’s favorite Aix haunt, shortly after my contact lens debacle. Rose, Rebecca, Kathy, and I plopped down at a table in the back only to be told that if we only wanted cafe, we needed to sit at one of the front tables. Chilly in the morning air, yes, but better for people watching. There’s nothing quite so photogenic as a good cafe creme. Throw in a map, and you have an Instagram masterpiece.