cobblestone underfoot...

cobblestone underfoot

There's something charming about villages where the buildings huddle together, only separated by cobblestone, like sea water around the prisms of a disintegrating ice shelf.

I never saw Sion at street level by night, but my imagination tells me it would be a beautiful thing, a lamp-lit maze, quiet except the bubble of gatherings in courtyards and restaurants.

Quiet... few cars on these streets; streets made for people.



The next day, wandering the maze of streets in the village of Sion.