In Jacques Brel's «Plat pays», the sky was so low that the canal was lost, so gray that it hung. And it was the plain that smoked in July. Here, on the banks of the Broye canal, between lakes Neuchâtel and Murten, under a pale blue winter sky, it's the canal that smokes in the icy beauty of the moment.
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