Winding roads led us to the countryside of France, bordering the alps and Ecrins national park where the mountains met the cascading waterfalls. With bread and cheese in our packs we chose a path that navigated us though a forest-ridden path and over some mountains. Not a person in sight. Only the calming sound of water rushing in the valley – which only got louder as we reached the large waterfall at the end of the path, finishing just beneath a lone tree.
Later, we came across a stunning curtain of water streaming down the cliff-side. Stumbling over and up the rocks which had fallen over the edge, we made it to the bottom of the cascade where the freezing mountain water pooled next to us. Nature at its finest.
Gap was a quaint city, just outside the park border. We arrived on a Sunday, and if you combine Sunday in France with a small town you don’t end up with a lot to do. The streets were empty except from a group of elderly men playing bowls in the square by the cathedral. But the grass was green and the sky was blue and the water was fresh.