|The Great St Bernard Pass.|
After walking 1000 km in six weeks, I'm back! I walked across France and I walked across Switzerland and I reached the Italian border at the Great St Bernard Pass. The people and places encountered were unforgettable; this was one of the most rewarding pilgrimages I've done. But it was not without its hardships and difficulties: signs and guideposts were rare in the French part, and there was far too much road walking. I wrote in my journal every day, but wrote only one poem. This is it.
A Chance Encounter in Frasne-le-Château
The old man with the kind face
came from Sardinia. He lived alone now,
stacking the logs for winter,
tending his garden. This summer
his Roma tomatoes had mildew,
but the other crops were fine,
and the gooseberries — such a harvest!
Smiling, he filled my water bottles —
his eyes moist as two green pools —
and pointed the way to Grachaux.