This is the small hotel we found in the tiny town of Venasque. The young woman who runs it stands at the door. | ||
Our hostess sits on the edge of the pool talking to 2 of her friends. Jim cools his feet while thinking about dinner. | ||
A nice walk up a steep, several hundrd foot hill leads to the ancient walled city. | ||
The ridge is covered with ancient buildings and walls separated by narrow passages. | ||
Jane eats an excellent meal with a view of the valley below. We can see the windows we sat by as we start back down the trail. | ||