And it was continued
Over
Having went over said bridge after a short while, and after briefly reentering an urban landscape to cross some streets I've arrived at my next objective: Fort Belle Croix. I was greeted by a statue of an eagle, placed there in thanks to the American soldiers which liberated Metz during World War 2.
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| First |
Small
I started along the nearby path, a gentle incline, and soon found myself dwarfed by the trees on both sides. I now find myself unable to put into words the scenery and how I felt. It was humbling, peaceful, and the path seemed to never end.
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| Good spot for an ambush |
Of course it eventually did end, or to be more precise it turned right, leading into a fine array of overgrown ruined entrances to places whose original purpose I can only speculate on. Maybe I should read up on fortifications more modern than the middle ages. Another time maybe.
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| Plants prevented proper exploration |
Where eagles dare
To my right, I noticed a path leading up on a hill. If it was a hill or part of the fortification, and if the trees were there out of landscaping intent or if nature reclaimed the area I am uncertain. I do know that the highest point provided an excellent view of Metz. I now remember that I wanted to return with my binoculars, but that wasn't to be.
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| Metz is built out of water, tress, history and amazing views |
It's often the little things that surprise you, such as whatever the next picture was intended to be.
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| There! I fixed it! |
I do not recall much, and the photos I still have aren't helping, but I vaguely remember eventually reaching some sort of sports area with several basketball and football(soccer) fields, before exiting the ruins and reaching a residential area. This area I recall disliking due to its rectangular apartment buildings, which contrasted in a most unpleasant way with the rest of the town. It reminding me of the unimaginative architecture plaguing my home town didn't help either.
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| Kept walking |
Gate
I eventually found my way to Porte des Allemands, one of my favorite places in all of Metz. It was no easy feat as I remember going back and forth through that residential area trying to find a way out. And here as it happens my entire set of batteries ran out. Just as well as I intend to devote a future post to the fortified bridge.
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| No battery lasts forever |
