The story
It almost bothers me to say it's in France, but borders are borders, and so they have to be crossed....the most ridiculous thing was back in the days of the frontiers, when at the border crossing they searched me, and it was funny to watch them rummage through smelly socks, sweaty vests and dirty underwear...but what can I do, the contents of my rucksack were for a week of trekking....:-)))))
The journey's photographs
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