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Leaving the Nesque Gorges (D.942) or the Gabelle Pass (D.1) one discovers the SAULT country, criss-crossed by thin lines of trees, streams and bee-hives, and in summer covered in blue lavender.
As you look down onto to the plain it is difficult to decide whether it is the blue of the sky down there in the rectangles of lavender, or if it is still up there in the heavens. This conspiracy between the blue of the sky and that of the lavender can make your eyes smart. The perfume from the blue lavender is joyous.
Following that of the lavender comes the scent of sun-drenched wheat and spelt, of cracked, baked earth, and of the small everlasting yellow flowers of the curry-plant, with their liquorice smell, as they cling to the earth banks.
All is heated white-hot by the sun, the light, the sharp colours, and exudes light, volatile perfume.
Buried under the soil, only the truffle hangs on to its own odour.
Spreading naturally from AUREL and MONIEUX to the foot of SAULT, the plain suggests a garden carefully maintained and edged by woods that smell of hazel-nuts, blackberries and wild fruits. Placed on its rocky outcrop SAULT has the solid appearance of a village trained to withstand hard snowy winters. In the soft-scented lime-trees of the esplanade, birds cry and insects sing all day.
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Vale
of Sault
