On the bridge, just past the middle, which traverses the impressive Rhône river. To the north, the Jura mountains which we finished crossing a short while ago. To the south, the foothills of the Alps with some of the more towering peaks like grey shadows in the distance.
As of this moment (11.50am local time, 10.50am UK time) I'm now in Switzerland.
Just ahead of me stands the old border crossing building, abandoned and tatty. No need, of course, for passports and customs and police and whatever. Remember those days?
Are pilgrims allowed delicious Swiss chocolate?
ReplyDeleteBless you, this journey is wonderful and seeing it through your eyes is magical for me. I continue to be amazed at your strength travelling along with 50cc. I am catching up today after my polling duties on Thursday. I hope pigrims can have Swiss chocolate Sally!!
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