Down on the Farm: Sacred ground
Eleven years ago, I spent a September in Europe. First, I took the train around England. The countryside is “lovely,” as the Brits say, groomed and prim.
Then across France, Switzerland and Italy. I stayed in cities, but enjoyed the farm country—at least when those bullet trains slowed down enough for me to see the scenery.
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