There is an old quarry of Breccia stone on the southern face of the Sainte-Victoire. The marbled surface of the conglomerate material was previously used to adorn mantelpieces and the floors of Aixois homes.
There is a spot where crows nest in a cavity of the rock face. They generally get on with their crow activity, with much toing and froing and cawing and hunched hopping. On an early spring afternoon, one couple sat on a branch for an age in what seemed like patient contemplation. Do crows too have their poet philosophers?