Vibes

If the Camino across northern Spain is a moveable feast, and Portugal a slug fest, then in France it is a walking holiday.

There are ancient chapels built in improbable places, like this on high above Monistrol dedicated to Mary Magdalene.

Cows on the road.

Eight sided medieval castle tower here at Le Creax

Dessert at a cafe after lunch on the trail of an excellent sub sandwich purchased from the bakery as I was leaving this morning.

I walked with Edith this morning and learned some French. I met her two nights back at the gite. I’m now ahead of her so we may not cross paths again.

Landed at a nice gite in a tiny village with 4 French guests.

Dessert was apple pie with white cheese (yogurt?).