Past milky blue lakes and rushing rivers up to where no trees grow. Along tiny roads that twist and turn and have absolutely no safety rail, I was too scared to stop and paint!
This one is in the early morning, in the foothills, I shall gather my senses and maybe do a post mountain painting.
After the mountain madness we entered another world, that of Niece, Cannes and Antibes. Apart from the obscene displays of heavily tanned wealthy flesh, the coast line, with blood red rock, sparkling blue sea and dark green cypress is something to behold. I shall catch some of those colours tomorrow.