The departure in the village of Saint-Thiebaud.

On the edge of the road at the exit of the village.

Curiously some no entry panels punctuate the landscape.

We are an attraction for Comtois horses.

The Shetland also wanted to greet us.

Le chemin des Roussets is the old road to Salins-les-Bains.

The windsock for paragliders.

Le chemin des Roussets plunges into Salins-les-Bains.

Farther the Saint-André fort.

The Roussets path and his no entry panel.

The Chamoz's road, it is the climb to Saint-Thiebaud.

"to my parents"

- Frédéric klemczynski

I made this walk every morning with my son in my back. We are in March 2013, he is 8 months old. I do these two hours of walking every morning to offer a rest time to his mother, Loup was a very bad sleeper.
In August he will celebrate his 5th birthday, it will be without his « granny » who left us in April this year, go to  rejoin my father deceased in November 2014.

I dedicate this walk to them, bearing in mind this sentence of Roland Barthes[1] when he sees the swallows fly in the sky of Casablanca « what a barbarity not to believe souls – to the immortality of souls! What an imbecile truth that materialism! « 

[1] Roland Barthes, journal de deuil, Éditions du Seuil

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