Today started in mist with a very steep climb ending at the hamlet of Celle. A bit more up and I reached 950 metres at a pass through this last lot of hills. Then down to the plain and a tiny rise on which is located the old town of Troia. It was a good walking day.
This whole area is a wind funnel. Wind mills everywhere: on the hilltops and as far as the eye can see in the valley. A large electrical station near Troia looks like something we would see at home beside a major traditional generating station.
Walking through mud up to the first ridge with windmills.
The wind blew away all thoughts and cleared out my head. Morgane and I arrived about the same time at the hostel. We are the only two in a multi-purpose big old building that includes two dorm rooms with ten bunk beds each. No heating, so we spent quite a bit of time in a bar that was warm.
Troia is known for its cathedral, built in the eleventh and twelfth centuries. Can you see all the animals?
We were too cold to look at all the churches, but I liked this eighteenth century interior of a church that was built for the Clarisse sisters.
By 8 pm, supper time here, we were starving but had to walk a kilometre to a pizza place. Pizzas are always made here in about a 14 inch round. They are very thin and are cooked very rapidly (3-4 minutes) in a wood fired oven. They have much lighter toppings than at home. They are good, but I miss the Sault Ste Marie ones!
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