Annot confides shielded from the blocks of gold-coloured wills escaped from cliffs, which poctuent the hillside, forming a chaos in the sweet colours, interrupted with the dark masses of sweet chestnut trees.

Between cliffs, align themselves up to the highest of hills, the terraces of culture, the fruit of labour ceaseless of farmers' generations.

Please, Cross(go through) the sandy path which leads you between heath and sweet chestnut trees until the room(chamber) of King, climb up to the balcony which dominates her(it) or follow the road which leads to the chapel "Towards the City" and imagine, in shelters of cliffs, troglodytiques houses of the first occupiers. You here is already under the charm and the village will have soon no more secret for you.

Nowadays, Annot is an active town, with her companies and her businesses. Green station of holidays, Annot acquired for some years the label of village of snow where one can practise the cross-country skiing.

Credit text and photo : advertising Brochure "Villages and Quoted from character"