Over the past 3 days, I have spent a lot of time driving my little black rental car through the southern French countryside. It is beautiful country. And we are not talking delicate beauty here! No, this is a strong, robust beauty that has held up well to the abuse of human occupation over 300 millennia. Even our attempts to construct a modern road system keep running up against things like massive rivers and towering rock faces that stretch for hundreds of yards.
That, in any event, is my explanation for why me and my petite voiture kept going in circles. I was lost several times, and I mostly just enjoyed the view. But today when I was searching for the little auberge I had booked for my night’s rest, I did not enjoy it so much.
My adventure has fostered a deeper respect for our ancient forbears who managed to navigate this countryside without maps or GPS. But then… they would have seen, heard, felt, and smelled things that I totally missed as I whizzed through in my closed compartment with wheels.