A broken cafe awaited us at the end of a very long and straight entrance to our village for the night. An older woman first knocked on a house for sale and then at a door at the back that wasn’t meant to open. Finally a man appeared from nowhere as we removed the cobwebs from our plastic chairs. So happy to see someone but didn’t have any coffee, his cafe had beer, we had a baguette, which was fortunate because he didn’t have the food he was advertising – but nice man.
That was all before we had been forgotten by our hosts. Agnes arrived from the gym to greet us and some others who had just arrived. Finally a ‘working wifi so a busy afternoon fulfilling my blog obligations – the many photos that had been rolling around in the ‘cloud’ raced each other to get on to the ipad.
After dinner there were streets to wander down, a great mix of houses to discover and yet another fascinating church. I don’t go to church myself but they really give historical, cultural and architectural definity to their villages. This one unlike the last is made of stone but like the last is set alight at night to beam its beauty to the world.
The French are having yet more holidays, this one a long weekend – this being a fond tourist destination, it’s very hard to find accommodation. We don’t like to book far ahead but it saves a lot of stress if you book for the weekends.
Agnes reminded us of the more organised pilgrim trails in other parts of Europe where your host acts like your very own personal assistant. She couldn’t do enough – offering to collect us on the track if we got tired, wanting to ring for our lodgings, showing us how things worked in our room, giving us a huge breakfast for free, and offering us any advice we may need.
The cool and sunny weather made for another delightful walk through rolling hills, a huge forest and a long open section with a lunch time chair waiting for us by the roadside. We honoured its punctual appearance by staying for a longer period than usual, and a few photos.
No-one at tonight’s hotel, so it’s to the centre of town to have a drink and write this at Le Chat.
