Exploring

Haut Cagnes-sur-Mer

After moving to the south of France for my internship, this is one of the places I visited with Flo during one his many weekends that he came to visit me. This place is only about twenty minutes from where I was living with Judy.























The nicest part of the city was the tight-knit village nestled on top of a small mountain which overlooked the Mediterranean Sea on one side and the Alps on the other.

The classic, "I'm-in-a-small-village-in-France" picture.

Parts of this village are so old, that the roads are only one-car wide. Now oddly enough, do they make these roads one-way? Not always. In this little village, we had the pleasure of watching two cars approach each other with one having to back up to a point where the other car could drive by. Quite amusing. It all just adds to the charm of going to these little places.


Built into the side of the hill was a cemetary, something I've never seen done to a hill before.














Now, one might assume that being in France, you'd get to see lots of really old tombstones and the like. This is not the case. Most bodies are kept under the plot for 100 years and then they are moved (to where, I'm not sure?). Also, usually one plot has several people buried there.





















It may seem wierd at first, but give this some thought. France has been around for quite a long time. If they kept their graves for more than 100 years, or didn't bury multiple people on what plot - then eventually all of their land would be used as a graveyard. Not necessarily the best use of land, especially when you consider all the farming they do there.