The track leaves olive trees and slowly stretches towards hills in the flavors of thyme and hot stones. It rises gradually.

At the top, the landscape opens majestically. At the bottom, Ventoux sleeps as a blue tortoise, ” earth shaves besieged by the high tide of the sky “, Jean Giono.

Grand panorama, combed by snow in winter and which inspired the poets, far from the people.

On the way back, we pass under the look of firm “La Bessone”, her hundred-year-old big low walls in pebbles stay up, guards of these charming places, from dawn to twilight.