Over the bridge to more. More beautiful vistas, more art, more churches, more good food. More smiles from my fellow pilgrims. More kindness from the Gite host and hostess. And a shout out to that little French fella that insisted I follow him to see the painting of St Jacques. Just a little pinch to make sure I'm not dreaming.
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Had a plan and it worked. Arrived in London at 6 am. Two rides on the Tube, a train and a bus got me to Westerham. Went to church and then w...
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Yes it is. Made a friend yesterday, Michael the Plasterer, a Brit on his way to a Lenny Kravitz concert. We agreed to have beers in Paris....
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Of course I'm talking about walking but there's also other things in life such as, with my coffee.
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