We decided to stay a second night here in Sezanne. I’m starting to worry about reasonable accommodations that don’t involve 25 or 30 km of walking in a day. Even though we were managing (but not liking) 26 to 28 km a day on our pilgrimage to Rome, we seem to be tapping out around 20 km these days. Weather was looking cold and rainy and sometimes you just decide to stay put.
Sezanne is a larger centre and an odd combination of falling down and newer buildings. It was interesting to stay in a non-touristy town.
Eglise Saint Denis, which we could see from kilometers away, has stood here since the middle ages, rebuilt in 1520, and survived wars and the “great fire of 1632” which destroyed much of the town. The stained glass windows are a little strange; they were removed during the wars for protection but not put back in the correct order.
For Ethel…
The street where we live. A little disconcerting at first but the house inside was very modern. We are always happy when le garcon de baggage (aka Ken) doesn’t have to drag Rawley the Trolley up stairs.
Scott wondered why there are no soiree balls for wildland firefighters. I offered to send him for ballroom dance lessons but he declined for some odd reason.
The only doggo of the day, patiently waiting.
I’m sensing a theme here!
Get off the couch, Ken!!!
Scott cooked a chicken, leek and potato casserole for our supper. I knew there was a reason we dragged him along!
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