Today it’s the distance you’ll feel in your legs, not the height. There’s no climb to take your breath away: the hills stay low and gentle. But it wears you down in the long run. Around 26 kilometres is a good seven hours of walking, and by the afternoon the soles of your feet will start to complain.
In Roquebrune, finding a bed isn’t a given. Book ahead, or choose a stop earlier or further on. That way you won’t have to go searching on tired legs. The pace of the day is calm and monotonous in the best way, so your mind empties of its own accord. Fields alternate with meadows and dark woodland edges, and a wide, open sky hangs above you.