In January, when Monsieur and I were staying in Cannes, we decided to drive along part of the Route Napoleon. The day had started quite nicely, but by mid-afternoon, it was as if someone had turned off the light. The clouds rolled in off the sea but in spite of threatening major precipitation it didn’t rain on us.

We stopped along the vertiginous Route to take these pictures. It was chilly, Monsieur was struggling with a nasty cold, and looking down at the steep and rocky drop by the rest stop, I realised how important it is to only drive on this particular road with someone you really trust. It’d be all too easy to shove someone over the edge…