Sainte-Agnès nestled below the peak of a mountain topped by a medieval chateau. |
This little village in the far south-east corner of France
is very dear to my heart.
Sainte-Agnès – the
highest village In Europe which is also closest to the sea (‘le village du littoral le plus haut
d’Europe’) – is listed as one of the country’s most beautiful.
It is also the ancestral village of my husband’s family on
his mother’s side, with the plaque in the Chapelle
de Saint-Sebastien carrying her family name, and the current Mayor of Sainte-Agnès also connected through
family links.
You can just see the Hotel Righi - that marks Sainte-Agnès - near the cloud. |
Looking up, all you can see is the glowing white Hotel Righi , very popular in the 1920s, where you can still enjoy an English afternoon
tea – together with a stunning view from Italy to Monaco and across the
Mediterranean as far as Corsica.
The village is believed to have been named in honour of Sainte-Agnès who protected a young Roman
princess who was forced to shelter there in a grotto during a thunderstorm.
Having been saved, she built a chapel, naming it after her patron saint.
One of the ruelles in Sainte-Agnès. |
Although I relay this legend, I have no explanation as to
why a young Roman princess would be on the top of a mountain in southern France!
Or whether it is true, because there is a second legend that a Sarrasin pirate, Haroun, renounced his
Muslim religion to marry a local girl called Anna, ergo Sainte-Agnès.
Believe what you wish, but I do love these legendary – and
possibly wildly inaccurate – histories.
One of the streets in the village. |
Although it is just two kilometres inland from the coast, Sainte-Agnès is 750 metres above sea
level, which meant the 11km walk was quite a hike.
The village itself has narrow pedestrianised streets, known
as ruelles. If you drive up, there is
a big communal parking area just outside.
Many of the houses are set into the rocky outcrop at the top
of this mountain with vaulted ceilings and rough stones forming their
interiors.
Today the village is geared almost exclusively for tourism,
but my husband remembers it just after the war, when hessian sacks were used as
coverings instead of doors and windows. It was seen as a dilapidated and dying
village as most of its occupants abandoned it to move to Menton.
From this already-high village a winding path leads up
another 50 metres to the ruins of an old château
which is slowly being restored. Inside the ramparts of this château, a beautiful medieval garden had already been replanted
with olive trees, hedged flower beds and topiary trees.
Back in the town, there are a number of restaurants that
offer both great food and stunning views.
Wandering the streets you experience the heady scents of
lavender and lemon – and it is impossible to resist the locally-made perfumes.
The walk up to the chateau currently under restoration. |
Just a note – you won’t see vast fields of lavender, for
which Provence in renowned, around this mountain-top village. The lavender here
is on a much smaller scale and not always grown at Sainte-Agnès.
There are lots of walking tracks leading from here – one of
which takes you to another small hillside village called Gorbio, just two kilometres away. A good way to walk off that
lunch.
Fascinating! Menton I would love to go back to for a longer stay. Then I could see how difficult it was walking 11 kilometres up to Sainte Agnes minus pram of course!! Children do keep you fit, don't they! As always, well researched, interesting and well written. Chapeau!
ReplyDeleteThank you. There are regular buses to Sainte-Agnes! We walked for fun. I must say halfway up it didn't feel like fun - but it was worth it when we arrived. We caught the bus back.
DeleteIt sounds like an absolutely enchanting place Jan. Definitely on the 'must visit' list.
ReplyDeleteIt really is. You feel like flying at the top. My belle-mère used to walk up and back along the donkey tracks when she was a girl.
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