If a pilgrim needs to sleep savage to make distance on La Via Francigena then choose a copse of trees because the dawn can be chilling and the trees break the dew. Recollecting; dishevelled I stumbled into Chalons St Stephens Cathedral: of course it belongs to everybody but for a fleeting instant it was all mine.
The French countryside I like: through avenues of corn and cabbages; and fields scalped to a brown green hue: Flat, very flat.
My French improves; but my accent remains antipodean diabolical: But the hospitality of the French people is superb; none more so than in Bar Sur Aube; with Jean the missionary:
I had to negotiate purchase of a new camera and postage of discs to Australia: It was not just a transaction; but an exercise in courtesy:
ad limina apostolorum
It is a mild day in Bar sur Aube
Oz Pereginus
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