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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 carry today’s lunch and supper and tomorrow’s breakfast and lunch as this area is a bit of a food desert. But yesterday evening I had a lovely meal.  Here is my bowl of endive cream soup with hazelnuts and asparagus, garnished with flower petals and arugula.




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  1. BevMarch 31, 2026 at 6:07 PM

    OMG that soup looks so good to die for...... well maybe not speaking of wars and such

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  2. RitaApril 1, 2026 at 5:26 AM

    That soup is a work of art, Celia.

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