On the Via Francigena to Amazas

Cesana Torinese

Every Alpine village has several of these fresh, cold fountains

My friend's feet are the feet of a true pilgrim. While my feet ached in their hiking boots, her's in her sandals did not.

The view from being flat on my back
on an Alpine mountainside

This friendly lady helped us to find our way. We were now walking on the Via Francigena, the ancient route to Rome in one direction, and Santiago de Compestela in the other.

While my friend swam in this icy mountain river, I threw stones. I was waiting for a hot shower.

Main Street, Amazas, Italy

Amazas, where our hosts lived

Our host, Daniela, in the center, with her son, Alberto, and her husband, Roberto.

Amazas, barely visible from the highway