Peille

Peille, a few north of Nice and the Mediterranean Sea, is perched on the very tip of a mountain shaped like a loaf of bread standing on end, with the town covering the top like a knit cap. A breathtaking little town where we walk up here, and down there, with little stone houses built against, along side, above, below, and across the path from each other. and we can think of no other description of much value.

At one very narrow place as we were leaving Peille, I scraped the back corner of the RV and broke the tail light. Must do something about that. We found a replacement tail light cover, and since we still had the same driver, we bought a spare.