One from today's walk: Vassieux-en-Vercors, razed to the ground, and its population slaughtered by the retreating Nazis in July 1944, in retribution for local families aiding the Vercors Maquis. Incredibly beautiful, though you might forget the beauty when ascending the hill behind, up to col de la Chau, which sits just a degree or two steeper than you'd like it, and it cooks from mid-morning, in the summer.
I'm still on two feet, and spurning the bike, trying not to trigger a relapse of my post-concussion syndrome. Though going for snowy stomps instead might not be ideal. Hopefully, I'll get away with it.