All right, all right,
I know you’ve been waiting for my blog. I’ve heard you. But fortunately for me I just been too busy to write.
There are so many stories to tell.
But let’s start here. It’s 530 in the morning on very quiet boat on the Rhône. I am the only one up.
If this River could talk. The centuries of life it has hosted and endured would be colorful, brutal and amazing.
The changes that have occurred through man made dams and locks to the ecology and flow of this river have been documented. On the bridge of Avignon we learned of how the currents changed as a result of dams causing undo stress on wooden bridge leading to its collapse... we learned how the cardinals used the bridge to get from the abbey to the popes palace but once the Pope moved back to Rome the bridge lost its usefulness and maintenance became too great.
Now the bridge to no where is a tourist site. Where people like me go to marvel at the engineering wisdom of the humans from centuries ago.
The Rhône is swift. Today we travel down it... I believe there will be whispers of the past as we go... Castle’s, Fortresses, Turrets all monuments to a different time.