Down an alleyway in St. Paul de Vence, this woman was poised in a most precarious position, with the ancient city wall solidly behind her.
Was she attempting to vault her way to an escape? From a mad sculptor who kept her captive on his balcony, never letting her travel to the lovely rolling countryside beyond?
I think she was actually a part of some deceptive modern security system, running surveillance on wrongdoers and lost tourists. One look at her muscular build and you knew she could hurl herself at your feet in seconds—a true Amazon.
To test this theory, my husband and I made a dangerous trek along the city wall behind her. However, she didn’t move. Maybe we didn’t look hostile or appear lost. I wish we could have stayed longer to be sure of her plan, but we had to return to the tour bus or we’d still be wandering the medieval cobblestone streets, enjoying the rich French cuisine, smelling the fragrance of potted herbs and flowering vines climbing the stone walls. Then we would know.