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Tuesday, September 29, 2026

Italy to Santiago II Part 1: Vercelli - Ronsecco

I piccoli sogni abitano dietro casa.

I grandi viaggi finiranno quando non si avrà più il coraggio di sognarli.

(Little dreams live right next door.
Great voyages will end when people no longer have the courage to dream of them.)

- Matteo Rivadossi (mountaineer)



After a restful night at Mariella's home in Vercelli, we turned down Antonio's offer to drive us out of the town centre and set off on foot from the main square, where the twice-weekly market had filled the whole piazza with vendors' stalls.

Following the route of the secondary branch of the Via Francigena that leads towards France via the Montgenèvre pass, the first ten kilometres out of Vercelli are entirely on busy roads, where we almost regretted turning down the offer of a ride. But the road always had a broad shoulder to walk on. We crossed above the motorway on a viaduct and then turned off onto a slightly smaller road, provincial highway number 1 (SP1). 

Eight kilometres from Vercelli we came across a ghost town. Well, not technically a ghost town, yet; the village of Larizzate has a population of ten (fifty percent of whom are members of a single household). We spoke with one of these remaining inhabitants, who sells rice from the surrounding fields out of a shop in the farmhouse where she lives. Not long ago, she told us, Larizzate was a thriving village of one hundred souls. Children played in the street under the watchful eyes of a Madonna and child painted on a farmhouse wall, and of the local nonnas, who sat outdoors with their knitting. 

The entire village was owned by wealthy landowners, who died without an heir and, no doubt with very good and charitable intentions, left all their possessions to the hospital of Vercelli. With time and the nationalisation of healthcare the village became the property of the national healthcare authority - and got completely tied up in red tape. The result is that the authority will not, or cannot, sell the property, but refuses to pay for the upkeep of the buildings. Unwilling to pay the cost of major repairs to homes they do not even own, 90 percent of the tenants have abandoned their former homes and gone to live elsewhere, leaving the beautiful old houses to crumble and decay. The village is dotted with graffiti lamenting this state of things.

The abandoned town of Larizzate


"Twinned with Atlantis, Pompei, Herculaneum and, since July 6 2019, Beirut"


"Bring a little hope, ye who enter here"


"Life used to make noise here"


Old marble plaque stating that the farm is the property of the hospital in Vercelli


Mailbox, cemented up 😫


One of the ten remaining inhabitants 


The writing on this house is not graffiti but a patriotic slogan painted during the war


An abandoned rice mill on the way out of town

After another two kilometres walking on the shoulder of the road, we finally left the highway to walk along gravel farm tracks among fields of rice. It's rice harvest time, and in fact we had to stop and wait for the manœuvres of a disconcertingly large and spiky rice harvester which, along with its accompanying tractor and trailer, completely blocked our path. 




Rice on the stem


Rice spill!



This pleasant dirt track through the fields brought us to Lignana, a somewhat larger village which is still alive enough to have a café, where we stopped to rest our feet and share a mid-morning pastry. 

Lignana: Caffetteria Garibaldi 


Lignana: the main square


Lignana: the castle

Lignana: the main street

The main street of Lignana took us back to the highway, which we followed for another three and a half kilometres, almost an hour, surrounded by rice paddies on either side. We turned off the highway onto a narrow paved road for the final three kilometres into Ronsecco.

"I walk the line" 



Follow the yellow arrow for Santiago, white arrow for Rome!


Rice harvester






Twenty kilometres from Vercelli we arrived in Ronsecco, our destination for this first stage. There is no pilgrim hostel until Lamporo, 34 kilometres from Vercelli, though the good people of Ronsecco will allow pilgrims to sleep on the floor of their gym and use the shower in the locker room. However we had no need to settle for such a basic accommodation, being only twenty kilometres from Mariella's home: her husband Antonio arrived in Ronsecco at the same time as us, but by car, and whisked us home for another comfortable night in the former church sacristy that is now their house!



Vercelli - Ronsecco 20 km


Italy to Santiago II Part 1: Via Francigena from Vercelli to Montgenèvre

A ship in harbour is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.

- John A. Shedd, Salt from my attic (1928)


Time to set sail again! Though this ship, this time, sets sail far from the sea, amid the rice paddies of the landlocked northern Italian plains. This year's Long Walk begins in Vercelli, crossroads of the ancient pilgrimage roads to Rome and to Santiago de Compostela.   

Ten years ago, on October 3, 2016, I started out from my home in Chiavari, Liguria, Italy to walk to Santiago and then on to Muxia and Finisterre, on the Atlantic Ocean - at one time the end of the known world, for Europeans. 

It took me 112 days to walk a total of 2883 kilometres, averaging just over 25 kilometres per day. Not all at once: I divided the walk into four sections, over four years, completed in June 2019.

On that first Long Walk to Santiago, I followed the shortest and most logical trails from my hometown to my destination: Via della Costa along the Ligurian Coast to the French border, Via Aurelia/GR653A to Arles, Via Tolosana/GR653 through Toulouse and over the Pyrenees at Col de Somport, then the Camino Aragonese to Puente La Reina, where I joined up with the Camino Francés, the most traditional and frequently travelled walking route across Spain. 

But even before I reached the end, I was already planning my next Camino de Santiago. At every crossroads, I wondered what was down the path not taken. Alternative routes opened up along the way, and I vowed to come back and walk them some time.

Here, the GR787 would have taken me to Carcassonne...

Ten years later, that time has come! After allowing myself to be "distracted" by various Roads to Rome for several years, I am ready to go back to the Way of Saint James - Chemin de Compostelle - Camino de Santiago.

After contemplating several possible routes, I came up with a rough plan to walk from Vercelli along the branch of the Via Francigena that crosses the Alps at Monginevro/Montgenèvre, then follow the Via Domitia/GR653D to Arles. From there I hope to hike along footpaths and cycling routes across the Camargue to Beziers, where I will join the Voie du Piémont/GR78 to follow the foothills of the French side of the Pyrenees through Carcassonne and Lourdes to Saint-Jean-Pied-du-Port, the traditional starting point for walking the Camino Francés. But, having already walked that route - which is now severely overcrowded, walked by more than half a million pilgrims every year - I hope to continue northwards on the Voie de la Nive Bidassoa to Hendaye, on the Atlantic Coast, and take the Camino del Norte from there.  

 


That's the rough plan, and it looks great on the map - we shall see what it turns out to look like in reality! 

My short-term goal is to get over the Alps before it's too late, and the pass is covered in snow. I'll see how far I can get this autumn, before the days become too cold and dark; then I'll come home for the winter, and pick up where I left off in Spring 2027. Hoping to complete the walk within the year, as 2027 is an Año Xacobeo, a holy year of Saint James when the Holy Door on Santiago Cathedral is open. It would be a fitting end to this Long Walk, after arriving in Rome during the 2025 Jubilee!  

I am starting out on this Long Walk in the company of my friend and long-time walking partner Mariella, who now lives mostly on the Ligurian coast near me but is originally from Vercelli - our starting point! After taking a couple of trains and a bus to get there, we were happy to see her husband Antonio, who had come to pick us up at the train station and made us some delicious minestrone for dinner. We took their dog Argo out for an evening walk around town and then retired to our rooms in their home in the former sacristy of a church right in the old town centre. 

Mariella and Antonio used to dabble in antiques dealing, and still enjoy travelling to visit antiques markets in various towns all over Italy, and so their home is not only in an ancient building with centuries of history, but packed with antiques of all kinds.










I slept in the bedroom of their son, now in his 30s and living in Genoa, with a view of the church belltower. 



A bit of history: Vercelli, Saint Eusebius, and a couple of very old books

Vercelli was first settled by the Ligurians four thousand years ago. They were followed by a Celtic population, which may explain the town's name: one theory is that it was originally Wehr-Celt, meaning "fortress of the Celts." The Romans took over the fort in the year 101 B.C., and by A.D. 49 Vercelli was a municipium inhabited by Roman citizens, with roads, monuments, public baths, an aqueduct, a theatre and an amphitheatre. 

Vercelli officially converted to Christianity in A.D. 313, along with the rest of the Roman Empire, by edict of the Emperor Constantine. In A.D. 345 Pope Julius I consecrated the city's first bishop, Eusebius, now the patron saint of Vercelli. Eusebius lived to be 88 - an age rarely achieved in those days - and during his long life he had occasion to travel far and wide - though not always as a matter of choice! He was in fact exiled first to Syria, then to Cappadocia and Egypt between the years 355 and 360 by the Roman Emperor Constantius II. A supporter of the Arian version of Christianity, Constantius exiled all bishops who refused to agree with what later came to be known as the Arian heresy. This non-trinitarian theology holds that Christ is not eternal like God, but was made or begotten by him at a later point, and that the Son is therefore subordinate to the Father; it basically denies the divinity of Christ. As Arius himself stated, "if the Father begat the Son, then he who was begotten had a beginning in existence, and from this it follows there was a time when the Son was not."

Ordinary people didn't really understand what the controversy was all about, because, then as now, they didn't bother to think too hard about such fine distinctions of theology. But the Arian belief system was adopted by a number of Roman emperors, and by Goth and Vandal warlords upon their conversion to Christianity. By 325, the theological dispute had become significant enough that the Emperor Constantine called an assembly of bishops, the First Council of Nicaea, which condemned Arius's doctrine and formulated the original Nicene Creed of 325. But Constantine's son Constantius II supported the Arians, and attempted to reverse the Nicene creed, exiling all the bishops who adhered to it - including Eusebius of Vercelli. 

Upon the death of Constantius in 361, his successor Emperor Julian rehabilitated the bishops who had been exiled, and so Eusebius was able to return to his post in Vercelli, where he resumed his service as bishop until his death ten years later.

It may well have been Bishop Eusebius who ordered the production of the Codex Vercellensis Evangeliorum, the oldest existing manuscript of the gospels in Old Latin, at some time between 345 and 371. Most of the book's pages are in poor condition and scarcely legible, as the volume was used for swearing oaths in medieval times, meaning that people kept putting their hands on it! 

The volume is now kept in the Biblioteca Capitolare, the library of the Cathedral of Vercelli, one of Italy's most prestigious libraries. This venerable institution also houses the Vercelli Book, a late 10th-century parchment manuscript produced in southeast England. It is one of the four oldest books in the English language, and the only one to be kept outside of the UK. Containing 23 sermons and six poems in the Anglo-Saxon language, the manuscript was most likely brought from England to the Hospitale di Santa Brigida, a hostel in Vercelli founded in the 11th century specifically for British pilgrims on the Via Francigena pilgrimage road to Rome. You can view it online in a digital edition here, but don't expect it to make easy bedtime reading! The transcription starts out like this: