Deep in the gloaming of a wood; distant on a metal bridgehead in the mist; or glowing with borrowed radiance on a rock at our feet, the red and white stripes that mark the Grandes Randonées of France have been our friends and guides for
eight months. In a day or two we will leave them to be faithless with the yellow arrows of the Spanish camino. In French they are called balises but to us they are flashes, and a part of our everyday conversation. Simply and consistently the horizontal paint on any convenient structure has said yes, we were on the right path. Tilted into a cross, the red and white dissuaded us from any wrong turn and where a white elbow was added, left or right, we knew that a turn was coming. Simple, cheap, trusted.
13th August 2008
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