9pm anyway was early enough to head east (there’s a band with that name… right??)
Some persistent fog at the door to the continet’s most impressive canyon still bungle me some of the great views at this position.
Instead I take the chance for some self-portraits, most of theme come out with average result.
I’m following the D952 along the northrim of the Canyon, all the way to Moustiers….
….and, you might guess it, make a first coffeebreak at the shore of Lac de Ste Croix. I’m taking the brown one in openair-the pub campingplace in which the staff is currently busy to clean up the last leftovers from the Ricard, Pastis and Wodka - orgy which obviousely just have finished some short time ago.