Category: Canterbury to Rome

Sur la piste, vita

A sign I saw today as I came out of the final forest, and which I understood to mean ‘on the path, life’

For architecture, among all the arts, is the one that most boldly tries to reproduce in its rhythm the order of the universe

Unberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

Switzerland is a country […] where many things end

F Scott Fitzgerald

Or rather dost thou tread
Those cloudy summits thence to gaze
below, like the wild chamois

Thomas Hood

Nothing is so insufferable to man as to be completely at rest […] without diversion

Blaise Pascal

May the road rise to meet you

Celtic blessing

The rolling farmlands of France are behind, to be replaced by the ridges and valleys of the Jura mountains, gateway to Switzerland

Sandy Brown, the Cicerone Guide to the Via Francigena

The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside. […]
They speak of homeland.
My homeland is […]
the willow grove’s visible prayer as evening falls.
Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
They are indispensable, singular, worthy of tomorrow.
My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away
he doesn’t expect to arrive.

Jorges Louis Borges

You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.

Robin Williams