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

Friday, 19 September 2014

Day 14: Reims To Trépail

In Reims I stopped the night in the Centre International de Séjour — quite a smart, youth hostelly kind of place. The price was reasonable, and the rooms small but OK, with a sink, towels and hot shower. Peter and I shared a twin room to keep the cost down. We met up with Ernst and Daniel later, and had an absolute blast in a nearby bar. I couldn't stop laughing. Though perhaps the laughter had a slightly hysterical edge after two weeks of pilgrimage. Sore feet and aching shoulders were really beginning to kick in. In the morning we set off alongside the Canal de l'Aisne; we'd entered and now left Reims by this canal. This reminded me of other cities I'd approached by canal — Birmingham via the Grand Union, Toulouse via the Canal du Midi — such a simple, direct and interesting way to enter a city. I took a photo of this canal-side Saint Jacques marker because Camino signs were so rare along the route . . .   

This barge proved that the Canal de l'Aisne was still very much a working canal . . .

Hey, the pilgrim life . . .

I'd walked across the regions of Nord-Pas-de-Calais and Picardy, and I'd now entered the region of Champagne-Ardenne. Of course, Champagne is known principally for one thing, and here you can see vineyard after vineyard of the posh tipple in its pre-liquid state . . .

The iconic windmill on the hillside of Verzenay. It was restored by Heidsieck & Co and is now owned by GH Mumm — famous names in champagne production.

And talking of famous names — I just walked past the Bollinger vineyard!

And the Veuve Cliquot!

Wine producers are everywhere here . . .

. . .  but the thing is . . .

. . .  are we ever going to taste rather than look longingly?

6 comments:

The Weaver of Grass said...

Bit like spuds in Lincolnshire then?

The Solitary Walker said...

Ahem, Pat... not quite ;)

George said...

And did you taste?

The Solitary Walker said...

Well, you'll have to wait till tomorrow, George..!

Ruth Mowry said...

Baited breath.

And OK I laughed out loud when I read that your laughter had a slightly hysterical edge. You don't miss a thing!

The Solitary Walker said...

Thanks for reading, Ruth! Must do another post... it's compulsive re-living one's pilgrimage... (*rictus smile* *manic laughter*)