Aubrac is where my family is from. It is a vast plateau somewhere in the south west center of France. It is ravaged by the weather, gorgeous, harduous, 1000 meters high, it is on the way to Santiago's pilgrimage, a rude shortcut through the mountains. In the summer you can hardly breathe through the heat, in the winter it is closed often due to the snow. Here you can see forever.
Pictures with my little camera can hardly describe it...
The pilgrims on their way in the summer can find shelter in this barn.
And the 12th century "Domerie" is still a refuge for the weary.
Our village is 20km from here, this is the top of the plateau, no trains, no buses, the only access is by road and walkways, somehow my Canadian home seem less remote when I stand here...
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