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A trip to Aubrac

Aubrac, the old village

I decided to have a trip through this old and traditonal region which has been welcoming pilgrims on their way to Santiago de Compostella and wide open space lovers.

A five days trip, alone, in the prolific solitude. I often met the gentle cows, on my way. The cold wind from the north told me sometimes its stories. I stopped in a shelter, which the local people call "buron". The old mansion was in the middle of the pastures and surrounded by silence. The night was cold and windy. I got up early in the morning, to see the rising sun and the early dafodils, frolicking in the grass.

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