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Friday April 3. Corbeny. 12.6 km.

 Today’s walk was supposed to be 32 km with some up and down. Neither my feet nor I myself felt inclined to tackle this, so instead I took the one-bus-a-day on this route, and for 2 euros ($3.50) covered the distance very happily. As there is nothing much to do in the small village of Corbeny, I walked backwards on the Via to the Abbaye de Vaucluse. This is one of the many abbeys dissolved in the French Revolution as the people freed themselves from the church’s control of land, rents and taxation.   What was left of the extensive buildings and grounds was then almost totally destroyed in WWI. Here are some archaeologists and engineers debating on next preservation steps. Volunteers were gathering to review photo exhibits and to plan the next gardening tasks, as the site has an impressively large medieval style medicinal garden. The plants are separated by large paving stones, similar to a medieval layout. The crater-holes made by WWI projectiles have been left in the grounds ...
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Thursday April 2. Laon. (10.5 km)

 Like many towns around here, Saint-Quentin has examples of ‘art nouveau’ mid-twentieth architectural style. Here is a somewhat eye-catching building, the music and drama conservatory. In Saint Quentin’s museum there is a nice collection of pastels by an 18th century portrait artist originally from here, Maurice Quentin de la Tour. Pastels were widely used for 18th century portraits of the aristocracy; they produce soft, gentle portraits.  I particularly liked this one, a preparatory drawing for a portrait of a dancer at the Opera Comique. I’m no longer a ‘purist’ pilgrim walking every inch of the way - in the interest of time and my sore toes, I now skipped  three days walking and took a train to Laon.   Laon is an ancient hill-top city, conquered and settled by the Romans, then conquered a large number of subsequent times as well.  265 steps take you from the train station up to the old part of town and the Cathedral. It is chilly and wet, so I was glad to hav...

Wednesday April 1. Saint-Quentin. 20.9 km.

 So, yesterday’s walk. The soil covers a thick layer of chalk -  the same chalk found in the south of England that gives the cliffs of Dover their shining white colour.  And the ground is still muddy. Many times have I thought with gratitude of all the balance and strength exercises my wonderful kinesiologist Nicole has made me do over the last couple of years - they keep me upright through the goo! This area is full of water - streams, rivers, ponds… in the first village I passed, there was a sign saying there used to be five water-powered mills.  Obviously a good place to settle way back when as well, as this menhir attests. Houses are still of brick, and nothing looks older than 1920.  Here is a farm complex built in the old style, farm buildings clustered around the house, harkening back to a time when prosperous farms would be walled and fortified against brigands and soldiers. Yesterday’s walk ended at a farm in the tiny village of Trefcon.  Another w...

Tuesday March 31. Trefcon . 19.7 km.

This morning started with a visit to the tourist office for information about the canal.  Construction started last year and will finish in 2030 at a cost of 5.3 billion euros (8.5 billion Canadian dollars).  The 107 km long canal will link this area to the Dunkirk canal to enable transportation of goods to and from the ocean port.  In fact, there are 20,000 navigable kilometres of rivers and canals across Northern Europe, and the main goal of this new one will be to get trucks off the roads. Apparently the big river boats can carry the load of 220 trucks. Wow! Here is what the canal looks like at present in Peronne. And here from a pamphlet is the biggest of the construction projects, a canal bridge, over a kilometre long, which will take boats over a valley. Here it is shown over a highway - imagine driving along with a boat passing over your car!  PĂ©ronne has a castle, built in the early thirteenth century by the French King Philippe Auguste to mark and defend the...

Monday March 30. Peronne. 13.3 km.

 The second of my ‘easy’ walking days was somewhat spoiled by the realisation that my phone charger wasn’t working. And previous experience has shown that phone chargers can be hard to find.  A phone is absolutely vital because it accesses an interactive map of the trail, and actual signage is not always reliable, in fact is often missing. Anyway, first things first, I laced up my boots differently which has helped the toe problem.  The rest of my aches are simply the body getting used to the routine - yesterday’s hip pain is today’s knee pain… in a couple more days everything should be worked out. I’m now nearing the Somme river and the landscape is starting to roll.  Here are some pretty anemones in a woods.  I actually only took two photos today - not much of note en route, and trying to save the bit of battery juice left.  This was interesting - probably an old mill, but I wondered why the river was contained by cement banks.   Doing a bit of readi...

Sunday March 29. Sailly-Saillisel. 15.9 km

A slightly shorter walk today, thank goodness!  My toes are still the problem - now they hurt on both feet.  There is nothing wrong with them, but the pain isn’t all in my head either! Over the 16 km of country roads and agricultural paths today there were six different military cemeteries.  Two of them were just separated by one big field.  The warmongers of this world should be forced to walk through these cemeteries - or work as orderlies in a Sudanese or Lebanese or Cuban hospital…. Too easy to find justifications for war, but looking back in history most wars seem to have accomplished nothing durable. Enough sermonising.  Although one can complain about technology too, it is neat to be sitting in my Airbnb bed watching Avi Lewis’ speech at the Winnipeg convention!  And waiting for a zoom call with Canadian friends this evening. I think this cheerful field is mustard, but my plant app opts for rutabaga.  I’ll investigate more tomorrow. I had to car...

Saturday March 28. Bapaume. 23.7 km.

 The Via Francigena app alarmed me stating that today’s walk was 30 km.  I decided to risk it anyway, despite this being my first day and despite my not having walked much over the winter.  It actually clocked in at 23.7 km, although my feet feel like it was 100 km and it took me seven hours! It was market day in Arras, and one of their two big downtown squares was full of vendors as I left. Lots of interesting brick (and tile) work to look at in the streets. People must have fun coming up with patterns! Once out of the city, the countryside is flattish, all industrial-sized fields with silos and grain storage units clustered in large agro-industrial parks.  Fields have been plowed and wheat (I think) is coming up green. Every now and again there is a beautifully kept Commonwealth war cemetery, low walls, neat rows, well-tended flower beds.  In these smallish country cemeteries some German graves mingle with the others, with the same grave stones and the same fl...