My little piece of sacred ground
Eleven years ago, I spent a September in Europe. First, I took the train around England. The countryside is “lovely,” as the Brits say, groomed and prim.
Then I went across France, Swit-zerland and Italy.
I stayed in cities, but enjoyed the farm country — at least when those bullet trains slowed down enough for me to see the scenery.
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