I do not know what Chaucer would think of the ragged progress of a modern pilgrim because I could spend days exploring the intricacies of Besancon, capital of Franch Comte, home of Victor Hugo; monumental of the citadel of architect Vauban; in Gallo Romain times the citadel was the acropolis:
Geoffrey Chaucer
And palmers to be
seeking foreign strands
To distant shrines
renowned in sundry lands
It rains in Besancon
Ultreya
Oz Peregrinus
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