Another place, another excursion. This time we were up before dawn on a winding train to the south. We got off in Monaco but we didn’t stay long as we weren’t in search of sun. Summer’s high season had long gone. Instead we had another mission, the olive harvest. Where there were olives, there was more; persimmons, figs, dandy lions, wine, and best of all good friends. Perched a top a hill in a quiet village in the Alpes-Maritimes, writers and photographers together we found ways to keep ourselves busy. We journeyed home with the fruits of our labor, our own bottles of oil pressed by the local miller that will feed our bodies and souls throughout the next year remembering this magic weekend.