Partir, donc. Mais si possible à pied. Parce que au lieu de traverser les choses on les côtoie. Parce que au lieu de croiser les gens on les accompagne. Parce que au lieu de filer à travers le pays on file son chemin, au pas à pas, comme l'araignée tisse sa toile.
(Set off, then. On foot, if possible. So that instead of moving through things, you walk alongside them. So that instead of crossing paths with people, you walk with them. So that instead of rushing across the country you spin your path, like a spider spinning its web.)
- Jacques Lanzmann, Marches et rêves (1988)
I successfully demolished another impressive breakfast tray before setting off along the cycling path toward the Pont Julien. On this chilly autumn morning the Roman bridge was shrouded in the mist rising from the Cavalon river. I crossed over the bridge and continued on a path through the vineyards before rejoining the cycling track.
The Véloroute still follows the disused railway line, and in less than an hour I reached the former railway station of Bonnieux, now ho.e to a café and an exhibition space specialising in contemporary African artists. While waiting for the museum to open, I sat in the café with a drink that I didn't really need, after my massive breakfast; but it turned out to be the only cost associated with the stop, as admission to the museum was free for the weekend - the last before the current exhibition closes. The theme of the exhibition is the colour blue - my favourite!
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| Panel explaining the construction of the Dolmen |














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