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Aachen, Germany. Burial place of Charlemagne and bloody memory site from WW2.
Despite this train station pix, it’s really quite beautiful here. The city seems to be nestled into rolling forested hills. Hints of orange and yellow suggest autumn is in the air.
The geography is a bit more robust than what we’ve experienced in Belgium.
The descent into Spain is rugged. The bright pastures of the sommets des pyrénées slip downslope, gradually at first, then furiously, precipitously, until they tumble into dense beech forests. Bob and I do the same. Spattered by mud, decorated with leaves, and swathed in shadow, we appreciate the epic Song of Roland.
