Luckily I started studying Patois before this weekend because a woman on the train went on and on in a language that sounded much more like this poem than like any french I’ve ever heard.   She handed me a spiritual quote reminding me that god’s eyes are everywhere as she left.

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Patois is also crucial to understand the places that we travel by foot.   What is a Ban?  Ban d’aiguilles?   Les Proz?

So much to learn.   This weekend, I became frustrated at cars and rejoiced in my foot and rope travel (not to mention the trains and buses).   Cars have repeatedly prevented me from discovering the places where I live.

We should have heard the rush of water in the valley – not that of cars.