Tinkling

I knew Switzerland was around the corner when cow bells started tinkling and the meadows were alpine.  We had  come to the border region by way of Foucherans, Ornans, Lods and to climb to  the source of the river loue  ... a grand sight.   This was not strictly the Sigeric route of La Via Francigena but nevertheless a pretty region.   

Then through the rain to Pontalier where a rotund Frenchman tried to throttle his  ex  wife in an elegant bar.  The pilgrims life offers diversity. 

In mist over Les Fourgs to the border town of Jougue then, I reckon, the Swisss VF actually starts at Saint Maurice

Interestingly the first night in Switzerland the priest refused me refuge in Orbe so I was banished to the camping ground for a night of wind and rain.

Here in Lausanne the gothic cathedral is  magnificent.  An important site for medeiaeval pilgrimage,  its construction began in 1150 and ended in 1275.

Martin Robinson.

The sense of treading ground made holy by past  events is crucial.

The weather is unpredictable at Lake Leman.

ultreya

Oz Peregrinus