Woot woot! What a marvelous day.
11 level miles from Verres to Pont Saint Martin.
The morning temperature was absolutely perfect for walking warming up as the day unfolded. If we could just hit the pause button on the morning thermostat.
The Dora River has the most unusual but interesting and unique color. We spent time trying to figure out how to “explain” the color to you and gave up opting for you to figure it out by looking at the photos.Tomorrow we will officially leave the Aosta Valley where water fountains (not like home – these are large granite tubs per se where water constantly flows out a faucet and is used for drinking and washing) are found just around every corner and there’s water, water and water – gushing, falling and meandering.Constantly finding ourselves with grins on our faces as we marvel in the sheer beauty of Italy. Some of the details… most homes have flower boxes bubbling over with color. If there’s space there’s a garden. Walls are decorated. The vineyards are geometric works of art. The old stone buildings (be still my heart) tell stories. Roofs are made with heavy and huge rock tiles – the best have some rusting around the edges. There’s so much more for later…Bill – Your kisses are sweeter than hône.
Austin Powers – Do I make you hône baby?
Bill and I had tiny snafus with our clothing today. I knocked my red wine glass over towards myself consequently shattering the glass and wearing the wine. Bill decided to dry his undies in the window and the breeze carried them away.Sadly the view from our room (above) is of a 2000 year old year Roman Bridge. Hope the actual white noise from the flowing river doesn’t keep us awake tonight.