Andy has an excellent writeup from a trek through the French high country. He describes meeting a French hiker along the way:

He greeted me in a hearty way. Wasn’t the view wonderful? These are my mountains. He told me that he lived in the nearest city Pau. I realised that it was a Saturday. He was out for his weekly stroll amongst his mountains. We talked for a while. He asked if I was Belgian. Ah, he pronounced when he realised I was from Angleterre, where there mountains in my country?

I told him about Snowdonia and about the wilds of the Scottish Highlands. At first I thought he was un-impressed but I began to realise that he simply couldn’t entertain any other mountains other than his own. Not only had he not walked in mountains outside of France but he had never visited any other mountain regions of his own country.

Andy includes lots o’ pics of the stunning French countryside, plus mountain pigs taking an afternoon nap. What more could you want?