One PAX shook off the lure of the late afternoon Fart Sack in favor of the company of goats, mountain and otherwise. Temps were sunny and 70. According to the 15 year old family friend, the following might have happened:
Up the hill about 1,500 meters to the turn for Notre Dame de la Constance. Dirt road up. And, up. And, up. Goat-ish, maybe a little less.
Run around Notre Dame dl Constance. Down the stone path (ugh) to the Chateaux (Fort), staying left, left, and left through Bormes-Les-Mimosas. Back up the hill to the house.
Number, name, quick word of thanks.
NMS: Upon YHC’s departure for the run, our friend, a former Richmonder, queried,”Are you bringing a Sippy Cup?”
