We were either at the top or very near the top when we stopped the next time, although we weren't sure. We stood enjoying the view, drinking water and debating whether we were at the top of it or not. (It was a curvy road, so even though it had flattened out, you couldn't tell if it was just a flat part in the hill or if it was the flat part at the top of a hill. You never know when you go around the next curve if it will be more uphill or not.)
"I think we are at the top," I said, "because that bicyclist coming towards us seems to be struggling a bit, so he's probably been heading uphill." We all looked at the cyclist coming towards us from the opposite direction...he was kind of hunched over and listing to the side. But as he got closer it turned out that wasn't because the bicycling was difficult...it was because he was ancient! His spine had apparently given up completely and he had that awkward humped posture some people unfortunately get as they age.
"No, that's because he's about 110!", Lynn said.
"Yeah, he might always look like that," Adam concurred.
The cyclist did a slow turn in front of us and gave us a cheery wave, calling out "Merci d'avoir eviter la voiture!" as he headed back the way he came (thanks for avoiding the car). It's amazing the people that bike in Europe: not only was this guy still cycling up steep hills at 110 years old, he was still a bicycle snob -- hating cars and thanking random tourists for not polluting his home with them. Pretty cool!
It turned out that was the top of the hill, and we enjoyed a nice downhill coast from there. Then we found our way into Aix-en-Provence and our hotel.