I know of two 'mountains' here that don't immediately strike me as meriting such an imposing title. I had the pleasure of visiting both of these with blue skies above. The first of these is the Montagne Sainte-Geneviève in Paris, the summit of which is occupied by the Panthéon, and whose flanks house La Sorbonne in the Latin Quarter.
The façade featured above is to be found in Rue Mouffetard, one of the oldest and most original neighbourhoods in the city, preserved from Baron Haussmann's vast urban redevelopment project under Napoléon III that swept away much of Medieval Paris.
The beautiful façade is to be found on a building that dates back to the 17th century, although the artwork itself is in fact from the late 1920's. The four panels present different scènes champêtres, featuring a variety of beasts, birds and burgeoning forms of vegetation in a style that refers back to the Renaissance. The artwork was realised with the Italian technique of sgraffito, wherein the plaster is scraped (graffiare = to scratch) to build up a relief.
The façade was created by a certain Italian artist, Eldi Gueri, commissioned by the charcuterie Facchetti at a time when the sgraffito technique had a certain popularity, not just in France but in other European countries too. The charcuterie shop no longer exists, but the premises are now occupied by the fromagerie Androuet. The owners have commissioned their own painted panels, below the 1920s masterpiece, but the result is rather 'cheesy', it has to be said, which is why I cut them off the photo.
From one impressive façade to another, situated in the second mountain....Rilly la Montagne
Again, the slopes of this mountain seem more like those of a hill.
It is a highly-coveted area to inhabit, with some beautiful old houses whose domains reflect the wealth of the champagne vignerons, past and present.
At the end of the day, the autumn colours appeared more radiant, and despite the fading daylight, there were treasures, albeit highly toxic, to be found.
These looked like toadstools worthy of a fairytale, gnawed by some creature, though certainly not the wild boar that populate the woods.
Some of the toadstools appeared to lead away from the main track, as luminous, ghostly forms in the dusk...
Sadly I didn't see any beasts in the wilderness, but did manage to get very muddy trudging up and down the slopes. Well, no beasts, with the exception of this tame, feline specimen...