I said the blog would be dormant till my return to Europe. But this little update is a must. Here I described my experience of a truffle farm in Quercy Blanc. The owner, Rémy Rothan, has just sent me photos of this year’s successful truffle dig, or cavage, which is still proceeding. As you can [...]
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TRUFFLE UPDATE. AND STILL A PILGRIM.
Posted in k. INTERMISSION, Uncategorized on December 5, 2010 | 2 Comments »
PAUSE
Posted in k. INTERMISSION, Uncategorized, tagged Camino de Santiago, Chemin du Puy, Dondingalong, Le Pu-en-Velay to Pamplona on July 13, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Here is where we’ve been, minus the three concluding days in Spain. This blog is now put to bed. Some time in the next couple of years it will be continued, as I trace my steps from Pamplona to Compostela. Please feel free to make any comments on any of the posts, regardless of date. [...]
JAMES
Posted in k. INTERMISSION, Uncategorized, tagged Lachlan Macquarie, Saint James, Tour de Saint-Jacques on July 13, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
What remained of my trip was an evening in Paris. The Place des Vosges area is where I like to hang in that city. It’s compact, unreconstructed, lively. I’m not meant for the big, wide end of Paris, which always seems to be triumphing over something or other. Here in the Marais I find a [...]
BORDEAUX…MIND THE SCALLOP SHELL!
Posted in k. INTERMISSION, Uncategorized, tagged Bordeaux, Via Turonensis, Way of Tours on July 12, 2010 | 2 Comments »
I like walking, dislike travel. The exception is that heady moment of departing from Sydney airport, family around me. In general, though, people who can city-hop, cover lots of bases when travelling, have my admiration but not my company. Visiting a place as interesting as Bordeaux, I would normally stay for a week or more, [...]
SAN SEBASTIAN…AND MESSIRE JACQUES?
Posted in k. INTERMISSION, Uncategorized, tagged Camino del Norte, San Sebastian on July 11, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
The way home. I’d decided on a bus to San Sebastian and some time by the sea before joining the train at nearby Hendaye, just over the French border. The view from my bus: a real sierra, a saw-toothed range such as I hadn’t seen to this point. The vivid aquamarine was also a first [...]
