Between France and Italy, we went to the cliffs of La Turbie, above Nice and Monaco; awesome sport climbing crags that have probably some of the most spectacular views, and more importantly, an abundance of escalade. On our approach to said rock we went down footpaths intricately carved out of the cliffs, bordered with limestone blocks and filled with broken down pebbles; aesthetically speaking they're a delight... Turns out they're a bloody trip hazard though. It also became evident after about an hour that we'd taken a turn in the path too soon, or possibly too late, either way was wrong for where we were aiming for. Of course, we took all of our gear with us... By the time we'd reached our intended destination for the days cranking, we'd lost all enthusiasm, or in other words: we were totally shagged from the trek. Unbeknownst to us there is a very short, direct scramble to the nearest routes from the car park on top, but we only found this on the way back.
It was a bit of a let down for the day's proposed athletic enterprises, but we did find some really strange old caves and abandoned buildings that were liberally graffitied and quite haunting. As follows are the things we saw that gave us the willies....