My grandma has a house in Oris, a hamlet of roughly 50 souls, 50km south of Grenoble, in the mountains. It’s the house she grew up in as a child. At that time, Oris was a village of hard-working farmers, with a few shops and a church service. My unmarried grandma used to shepherd the cows around the pastures.
Ever since she drives up there when the weather’s good to enjoy the fresh air and tend to the vegetable garden. We decided to go and take the weeds out for her and stopped at La Mure on the way. I can’t remember having ever gone to Oris sans mamie.