AT VERO EOS ET ACCUS AMUS ET IUSTO ODIO DIGNI SSIMOS
strip, for the c●lose-hedged fields of France are▓ not to the taste of the Swiss pe▓asant.No gendarme waylaid me at each hamlet; I● had but to step off the highway t▓o gather apples under the trees or to es▓cape from the glaring sun.
Night ove●rtook me at St.Maurice, a sure-footed mount▓ain village, straddling the Rhne where it● roars through a narrow gorge on its way to ●the lake beyond.Even within doors the ●villagers speak a high-pitched trebl▓e, so fixed has be
es▓sly through the stre
come the habit of raising● their voices above the constant boom o