Lorenzo & his humble friends

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool


Slightly worried about the idea of my second parisian lockdown of this year, I went for one of my last bike rides of 2020. There is a road I took for the first time this summer: it goes up to Dombresson, where the view opens to a large valley, the Val de Ruz.

I rode up the same road again to explore the contrast with the new season. There was this moment when a passing car stirring up all the leaves on the road. They floated in the air as I rode by. I took a mental photograph.

I arrived in Dombresson just before sunset. Everyone was on standstill: a few other cyclists, pedestrians, people who drove up the fields with their cars and, of course, cows: everyone seemed to be enjoying the sunset. I took a bunch of actual photographs.

I rode down to Neuchatel in the dark. I will miss these empty, silent places.

Neuchâtel – Geneva

The Italian comedian Maurizio Crozza sometime imitates a bogus politician, former representative of the Italians abroad elected in Switzerland. When he does, he uses as a background an idyllic Swiss landscape. It is not the usual Alpine view; instead, it is a hilly, blossoming, countryside with vineyards and small houses here and there.

This is what I think of when I look outside the window of my train, just outside of Neuchâtel heading towards Yverdon-les-Bains and then Geneva or Lausanne.