Picking up where I left off in Nus, this was a day of steep climbs and descents, through oak woods, along country roads and through tiny hamlets. One with an immaculate orchard garden in the foreground, and a backdrop of the mountains to the west of Aosta,
one with tiny winding cobbled alleys and a house decorated with painted wooden plaques.
In Chambave, with its pretty main Street and intriguing passages,
I stopped for water and an apricot outside the church and post office, which had an electronic sign announcing today as the feast of the Blessed Virgin of the Snows ( I'd almost forgotten).
Then back uphill again, where the path became much narrower and overgrown,
till it passed through an area of abandoned villages and overgrown orchards.
Eventually I reached Chatillon, very hot and bothered after a demanding trek. And with very little in the way of anecdotes, except that I managed to get on the train going the wrong way, while trying to get back to Aosta. Few of you will be surprised.
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