Four days after my arrival in Nancy, I was back on the road and heading southeast towards Switzerland. Finding Couchsurfing hosts in this part of France had proven to be difficult, and so I was to be camping out again. Not that I’m complaining at all, the scenery had changed totally after Nancy and gone from plain to remarkably beautiful in no time at all.
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I hate to repeat myself, but again, just like at the last few borders, crossing over into France could hardly have been less dramatic. If it wasn’t for GPS I’d have totally missed the fact that I’d just made it over another border. This time there were no signs, no pillars, and no change in road surfacing. Just green fields ahead and green fields behind me, with a muddy path snaking through them. It really was the dissolution of internal borders at its finest (to be fair, I was just a few kilometres away from the town of Schengen itself).
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