The spirit of hills...

Quelle chance pour nous, randonneurs !

He (It) is written here has Aubagne: «a third of nature, a third of heritage, a third of cultural dynamism, and a good third of user-​friendliness conviviality! «, they call it «the spirit of hills «! And since I hear about it of the spirit of hills, I dash, and go to meet this country between Blackcurrant and Marseille. The country of Aubagne, the hills expensive to Marcel Pagnol. The local
But I am for the spirit of hills there, and more exactly Garlaban. The road of Pagnol. It is not the day, an order of the prefect limits strolls in the massif, the excess of wind, fire risk, thus no visit. Then the visit I would make her only, with the GR, more the panels on Pagnol I should arrive there, (and if I thread tennis it is better). I did not make the hike ride of 20 km to discover completely the famous circuit and pass on the tracks of Pagnol.
I rose up to the cave of Plantier more exactly Manon’s cave of Sources. An exceptional view sight in the hollow of hills, no cicadas, no rumours, and by place many wind. And in this just silence by closing eyes you will can can be to hearunderstand Manon who calls these goats (tackles)!!! It is the spirit of hills there, it is everywhere, in the slightest bush, in the smallest stalk of thyme or rosemary, in the tree bent and emaciated under the mistral, in the sun which will warm you because it makes one autumn time, in rocks, and pebbles, throughout the ascent, because it is really necessary to want to rise there above.
The spirit of hills it is the road of make her of May, the well of Raimu, the mas of Massacan, the farm of Angele, the valley of Marcellin, Holy Spirit’s bars, the new ancient country-​house, Balm source spring, Taoumé, the cave of Grosibou, all the childhood of Pagnol, but especially Provence to the pure state, unchanged
Here is the spirit of hills, he keeps preserves intact the memory of past with an accent of Provence and lets us take advantage, (when the prefecture authorizes him), of this piece of hill. And stake has part the vegetation which it changes at the rate of the seasons, everything stays eternally ready.
And even if I have no soul of big sportswoman, and that I chose the shortest road only two hours, j ’ deeply hope to return to it, (on horseback for example), by wishing that this place remains protected, and for even for a long time so appropriate and beautiful as he is already.