Since I was a child, I was scared about the haxes’s* stories, the name of the witches here (Hexen in German)!
They haunt my childhood village, the surrounding woods and above the collar a few hundred meters away.
Because our ancesters were burned at Perheux.
This truly magnificent place today was primarily functional in the past. Cross communication between two valleys, it was also a place of pagan pilgrimage before becoming a Christian and now forgotten (to the Belmont Chapel). It was customary for pilgrims to throw…