The Polish Ballroom Dancer has threatened to bail me up in Besancon at the feet of the Jura. But I think he holds a slight trepidation about the nation of France. Last there he was chased down the Champs Elysses by a furious femme: the Dancer's French language was insulting. Of course his accent had been tortured by a not injudicious mix of guttural Polish and Australian slang. But the Dancer is a good man. He is an occasional practising Catholic but a fine Christian, and I know his heart is with me on this pilgrimage.
A bientot.
may the path you have chosen to follow take you where you want to go.
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I walked parts of the Vf in 2006. There was no English guide book so we downloaded an Italian online guide and translated it using Google. The result was hilarious - we called the notes our 'Cryptic Clues'!! I wish you clear signs, fresh arrows, little pellerin markers and a few fellow pilgrims (we did not meet any after the Gr St Bernard Pass).
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