Worldwalk Trek, Part 3 -- Scotland to the South of Spain

 

Every farmyard in France's northwestern corner had its small herd of black-spotted dairy cows, its cranky geese and quacky ducklings, and a loud dog. Every house had its shutters opened by ten and closed by seven. Every garden was filled with vegetables and fruit trees. Every town, whether a one-cafe four-house village or a large one like Cherbourg, radiated outward from a soaring, sharply-pointed church steeple of crockets and lightning rods. And because God's house was always on the highest point of land, I never lacked for a direction needle to the next settlement. At times I felt as if I was merely traveling from church steeple to church steeple, like some wandering medieval pilgrim of Chaucer's. -- Worldwalk book, pg. 200