Fall in the mountains above Nice, France, is a magical time. Jan met me at the airport and we took a tiny little narrow gauge train into the mountains to the ancient town of Digne. It climbed higher and higher as the sunset leaving us after dark at the station. We huddled together in a phone booth to call for a taxi which delivered us to our hotel. We were the only guests in the dining room that night but the meal was one I will never forget. It was my first experience with true French cuisine.

We hiked into the mountains behind the town for a picnic. The fall foliage was spectacular and we felt like we had it all to ourselves.

This is a self-running slide program of our visit.