It did not occur to me when we were walking, and climbing, the streets of Saorge, but it occurs to me now that the most striking difference to that particular village, in contrast to any other town I've been to, is how when one walked through it, and one came to an option for which path to take forward, the options weren't so much left and right, rather they were up and down. Saorge wasn't built climbing the cliff, like many hilly or steep towns are. It is built along the face of it. And a lot of the time one can walk through it on an almost normal seeming flat street between buildings, but excitingly everything in always veering off in a plunge or a climb, and suddenly one is walking over some other way, or walking under it.
We are on day two of our pictures of Saorge where I show seven of my 42 meticulously completed pictures everyday. We were in Saorge at the end of last week, a respite before our seemingly unending adventure with covid decided to resurge.
Luckily I have all these beautiful memories as the sound of coughing rings out once again through the house.
