The perfect streets of Mons, a picturesque hilltop village where they produce honey and jam, where cats sleep peacefully in the sun and where flowerpots are more common than anything else.
I love visiting places with a high altitude. The higher the better, even though I feel a prickle of fear every time I look down. It's thrilling to see the world below, believing that you have transcended it somehow. While on an expedition to Mons, I found these wild roses swaying in the wind and thought they were a beautiful contrast to the valleys beneath.
A spontaneous weekend drive accross the border into Italy brought us to the enchanting hilltop village of Bussana Vecchia. We were originally just going for pizza but we ended up taking in some history and art too. The village was destroyed by an earthquake at the end of the nineteenth century, driving all of its inhabitants to nearby San Remo and leaving it a ghost town. The story goes that in the 70's a bunch of artists arrived and renewed its character, filling it with funny sculptures, frescoes and tons of plants. We arrived on the hottest of Saturdays, where lazy cats sprawled themselves on patios and windows were wide open, begging the wind for some relief. The more I explored, the more I fell in love with it.
