Somewhere in the French Alps there is a small village. Situated between the Mediterranean Sea and the city of Grenoble, it lies nestled under the shadow of ancient ruins and along the shores of a river with turquoise waters. Away from the bustle of city life, forgotten by time, its charming streets ramble between old buildings, alongside doorways, beneath the flapping of laundry drying in the spring breeze.

Window shutters and doorways are a pop of colour on the sun bleached stone buildings. The river water moves swiftly, the kayakers are there for a moment and then gone. The views from the top unparalleled - waving grasses, towering stone ruins, fields of green, tiled rooftops and distant mountains.

Photos also taken by Gary and Victoria.