And it was indeed.
While half of Belgium went north towards the coast, we went all the way south, to the Ardennes, to a beautiful B&B on the river Semois owned by a very chatty Frenchman who eventually acknowledged that in Italy you could even find *some* good wines.
The triangle Florenville, Martue and Lacuisine is the starting point for a little Walloon circuit. Not before tasting the local pride going by the name of Orval beer.
Almost too obvious, the first stop needs to be the Orval Abbey, probably the star attraction of the region. Tourists are buying beer there, but we, the locals, know better, don't we?
Hence, time to move on and venture into France to discover Avioth, a small village of a few dozen souls, endowed with an oversized Basilica, a historical mystery probably due to some miracle appearance.
I could not resist taking a photo of the bucolic postcard view of Chassepierre, before heading to Buillon and close the circle with fortress, Godefroy and all the other memories from childhood history classes.
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