Jouy-sur-Morin, where I was yesterday, is a 1.5 hour drive from my home North of Paris. A bit too far away for a 3-hour hike! But today I had to go to that village to collect something I had found on ‘Le Bon Coin’ (the French equivalent to Craigslist). So I immediately looked in my booklet about Seine-et-Marne’s hikes (that is East of Paris), and guess what… there was a hike precisely around Jouy-sur-Morin! Awesome.
One of the most pleasant and different things about this hike was its many wide, grassy paths covered with dew. Hmmmm so comfortable under the feet, you almost feel like you are bouncing!
The name of the village says it all: it is built by a river called ‘Le Grand Morin’. After walking by it for a while, I turned into the woods before this big house… It was steep!
But more wide, grassy paths welcomed me at the top, with lots of wild flowers on the sides.
I thought I would take a picture of this plant to show you! This is the last stage of the canola (rapeseed). Those of you who read my blogs regularly may remember the beautiful yellow fields, then, a couple of months ago, what looked like some kind of green branches. Well, this is the last stage now, before the harvest:
In the Beauchien (‘beautiful dog’) hamlet…
… I had a lovely surprise: plums! A tree covered with them, perfectly ripe!
It was very welcome because I had only brought a few biscuits for my hike. And then of course there were blackberries everywhere (I had counted on them when I only brought a few biscuits!).
There were lots of apples too, but they aren’t ripe yet I think.
My favourite hikes are a mixture of hilly fields, villages and woods. With a river or two if possible! I had all that during this hike and wasn’t bored for a minute (I get bored quickly on long, straight paths!).
There were also some nice views on the countryside from the top of the hills.
I followed a corn field for a while, and that brought a big smile to my face. I love the sound of the wind in the corn fields!
The view on the other fields and the farms in a distance was lovely too. This is a typical farm from that part of the Paris area, the Brie (yes, like the cheese! it is the area where it is made).
I crossed the hamlet of Champgoulin…
… and reached Crèvecœur via ‘rue de la papeterie’ (paper mill street)…
The paper mill looks very different and modern today, I much prefer the way it looked in 1900 (I found this old postcard on the Internet).
The hamlet of Crèvecœur has an air of faded grandeur, which is a bit sad, and the railway nearby was abandoned a long time ago.
Another steep path in the woods, and a nice view to enjoy…
… and then I walked by the meadows and pastures for a while…
I was excited to find some crocuses on the side of the path, but it was bittersweet… You know what the (French) song says… “Colchiques dans les prés, c’est la fin de l’été”… “Crocuses in meadows, it’s the end of summer”. Actually, I am surprised these flowers are called 'crocuses' in English. In French, crocuses are the Spring flowers, very similar to these, that are found in the gardens. The wild, late summer version is called 'colchique'. Is there no specific word in English for those? "
[EDIT... Thanks to COLOR-BLUE, I got the answer... "Colchicum autumnale, commonly known as autumn crocus, meadow saffron or naked lady, is a flower that resembles the true crocuses, but blooms in autumn." (Wikipedia) Thank you so much!!!]
I was walking on another wide grassy path, enjoying the sun on my skin and thinking that I didn’t really want this lovely hike to end…
when I turned to take a picture…
Oh.la.la. Would I have the time to reach my car before the rain started? I was about 15 minutes away.
Well, it took me less than 10 minutes, half walking half running, only stopping a couple of times to take a picture!
As I reached my car at Jouy-sur-Mourin’s abandoned station, it was pouring rain! Phew, just in time!!!
Thank you for reading! I love being on vacation! I hope you are having a great week also.