Here we are in the hamlet of Granille, which has a population of … 10? (Or so our walking guide book says).

Granille is a colourful little community with many flowers lining the walkways, inviting us into the “roads” passing through the village. I say “roads”, because technically I think they are roads, but there is nothing here that would be wide enough to fit a car, so they look more like cobblestone pathways. I’m pretty sure a donkey cart could fit down these streets though!

The hamlet has many old stone buildings, but I wouldn’t call them run-down. Despite everything being inarguably ancient, the village seems quite tidy and cozy.

There is also a church that has a bell that goes DONG DONG DONG DONG DONG DONG DONG DONG DONG DONG DONG DONG!

We ate our packed lunches on the terraces just past the hamlet. From here, there is a great view of the entire village. I ate a long sandwich made from a baguette.