JulietJFall<p>Sometimes, traces of the past haunt our landscapes discreetly. An incongruously thick wall across a wooded valley. Border infrastructures left over from war and conflict, easy to miss from a train window. This was once the <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/GothicLine" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>GothicLine</span></a>, a place of fierce battles in Northern Tuscany, during WW2. There are many more, more photographed places along this line, like the superb Ponte della Maddalena. But I search out the ghosts, the lines, the stones. <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/Born%C3%A9es" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Bornées</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/AlongTheLine" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>AlongTheLine</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/slowTravel" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>slowTravel</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/Trains" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Trains</span></a></p>