From the diary of the pilgrim James

Today we set off a little later. I laboriously dig out my scraps of French. Fortunately, the people of Fribourg are still bilingual and helpful. I decide not to climb the tower of the great cathedral with my two companions. Instead, I take the sewage tram to the lower town on the Saane River and find the small Maigrauge Monastery in a quiet corner. The nuns give me a warm welcome and grant me a sumptuous room in their restored guesthouse. In the dining room, I meet other travelers – a young man on a bicycle tour, a young student seeking peace and quiet for her thesis, a priest from Austria spending his holidays here.