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Tuesday April 29. Besançon. 24.2 km.

 Forest and fields.  And the first poppies in bloom!



I usually take pictures of pretty villages with older houses. To give you a truer picture, there are also: modern box-like houses, Swiss chalet houses and of course the standard newish country house (elevated main floor , rectangular , stucco).




I took the advice of the  volunteer lady at last night’s gîte, also echoed by my interactive map site, and took a train for the final 12 km in to town. The reason why there is this little shuttle train is that the high speed rail runs through a new station, stuck out in the country beyond the suburbs.  The overly large practically empty station reminded me of old memories of Mirabelle airport in Montreal, a great project without enough users! In the background of the photo is a very new office building, very empty as well.


After finding my apartment, I set out and happily found a new pair of hiking boots. Mine were falling apart, as I had used them in Canada a bit and then last fall walking from London to Lille. The salesman made me feel a bit better about this when he said I was far from the only customer to arrive at this half-way point between London and Rome to need new boots.

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  1. Lovely ramble through the woods! Call me old-fashioned, but the Swiss Chalet-style house with the van tucked inside its carport is my favourite. I hope your new boots treat you well!

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