I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life. FERNANDO PESSOA

Thursday, 27 October 2011

Chavanay To Bourg-Argental: The Path To Paradise

Chavanay.

Between Chavanay and Bessey.


The church at Bessey.

This way to Paradise.

View from the woods.

Someone's lovely driveway.

Landscape with horses.

The church at Saint-Julien-Molin-Molette. A friendly bar owner from this village phoned a hotel, Le Relais, in Bourg-Argental to book a room for me.

Paradise in sight: the approach to Bourg-Argental. For the moment, a perfect world.

4 comments:

Arija said...

Enviable landscapes for walking through. Oh for the life of the open road and the freedom to go where your footsteps lead you. To leave your momentary mark on a hamlet or town, interact with the chance met stranger and move on. I get sand in my wolrn out od shoes just looking at your blog.

George said...

When I look at the last photo of Bourg-Argental, I can easily understand how you experienced a perfect world, however fleeting, as you approached the village after a wonderful day of walking. I think I might have been tempted to hang up the backpack and stay a while, perhaps a lifetime.

The Solitary Walker said...

Yes, those were wonderful landscapes, Arija. The open road calls me incessantly.

George - that was one of my most magical Caminos. No, THE most magical. The BEST. Perfect world.

Ruth said...

I echo George's comment from that last photo. Perfection was never more perfect.