We came to the top and were greeted by a howling wing. Not quite up to Mistral levels, but quite powerful. As these things happen, it was blowing in such a way that it was behind you when you went near a dropoff.There were a couple of pictures that I really wanted to get that I couldn't work up the nerve to try due to the gusts.
I don't believe that any of us has been in Provence for a Mistral. I have a silly little urge to experience one for a day or so.
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