The last couple of days we were there, Grasse hosted a rally. We didn't make it out to any of the competitive stages, but I snapped some pics as the cars were leaving and returning from the staging area. From my limited knowledge of the area it was difficult to imagine a safe area for them to race. Perhaps the sport was simply in making it through traffic in a set amount of time. I have a picture in my head of an outraged Frenchman who every year ends up with at least three rally cars in his swimming pool. This is simply a daydream. As I said, we didn't see any of the actual racing.
Still, it's a lovely picture: shoulders raised, arms outstretched, enormous moustache quivering like an epilectic mink; brightly coloured Peugeot slowly sinking in beautiful blue swimming pool. Ah, the glamour of motor-racing...