cobblestone underfoot...

2010-09-30 – Thursday – 00:06:06
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.

réservoir...

2010-09-12 – Sunday – 15:21:57
réservoir

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

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