Saint-Jeannet has the Baou de Saint-Jeannet right behind it. At 802m it towers over the little medieval town below, and the walk up is beautiful, stepping across craggy limestone pavement on the summit all carved by the water into very organic shapes. Even up there, swifts were swooping overhead, coming very close. Almost as soon as we got to the top and settled in for some food, an inversion swirled in, obscuring almost everything for the rest of the evening. It was still beautiful, though the photographs fail totally to show the scale of it. Standing on the edge was a 400m drop straight down.
On the way down, fireflies slowly and silently flew by, winking on and off. Fortunately, the scooter was still parked up ready to go.