Mont St. Victoire was Cezanne's favorite old haunt where we would go to paint and was only a few minutes from us. So naturally we had to pay it a visit one Sunday when we were not traveling from Aix.
We had to take a few local buses to get there. We were struggling so hard that we did not look like people who had lived in France for 2 months already. But eventually we made it to the base of the mountain. We wanted to get to the top of the plateau like structure that this mountain is. The paths were not clearly marked at all and so we started our way up what we thought was the path. Wrong, and after about 20 minutes we doubled back, circled around to try another angle that was marked with a path. That seemed to work better than the first option. We climbed out way up for a long time, maybe an hour and a half. The views were becoming incredible and all of Provence stretched before us.
At that point Dani and I decided that we needed to turn around because we were fearful of missing the last bus of the day. So we turned right round and made our way down. We caught the last bus at 5:00 with no sign of our friends. We hoped they were okay and jumped on our bus home.
We found out later that night that they got lost and ended up on the wrong side of the mountain. Luckily some nice woman drove them home.
I loved making it out there. Living in Aix I often forgot about the beautiful French countryside that we were living within so this was a great way to see the beautiful area.
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