The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.
—St. Augustine
image: Christie B. Cochrell, St. Bernard Monastery
image: Christie B. Cochrell, St. Bernard Monastery
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- Christie
- Creative writer - Traveler - Archaeologist manque - Ardent lover of the play of light, the journeyings of time, things ephemeral and ancient
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Christie,
ReplyDeleteI love this picture! It brings me back to the mountains near my home, in Italy, where I used to live.
And it reminds me of The Name of the Rose...
I also like St.Augustine's quotation!
Thanks for sharing it!
Enjoying your Easter weekend!
Jay: I was told, while staying in this monastery, that it was the monastery (or at least the library) upon which that in The Name of the Rose was based! Many literary treasures there, to be sure... (But was laughter walled up there as well?)
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