Salut Virginie. J’espère que votre pied se sent mieux aujourd’hui. Si vous arrivez à lire ce blog, vous verrez que je suis maintenant à Lectoure et demain, je vais continuer à compter. Si vous voulez alors s’il vous plaît de rester en contact et nous espérons que nous pouvons rencontrer sur le chemin. Je suis également intéressé par la marche au Portugal après j’arrive Finisterre (si j’ai le temps). Peut-être que nos chemins se croiseront à nouveau et si elles font ou je vous souhaite pas un bon chemin!
(ou s’il vous plaît laissez votre message dans la boîte de commentaire ci-dessous)
After uploading my post yesterday I scoured Moissac for some food, but nobody was willing to help. I even tried the convent – which is now run by CAF – and the Mother Superior gave me a look which would melt stone 🙂 I began walking out of Moissac, picking up the odd sugar packet from cafe tables as I went, and before long I was out of the town and walking up and over a hill (repeat) and then briefly alongside the river Garonne and then a canal which ran alongside:
Pls be warned that there is construction work currently on the canal pass and at the time of writing this blog pilgrims need to take a small but potentially large risk by crossing the bridge which is in half repair:
Apart from the initial two steep hills which you climb when leaving Moissac, the rest of the walk to Auvillar is on the flat and on the tarmac (which Is just how I personally like it). Just before reaching Auvillar there is a lovely Donativo Gite in the village of Espalais, run by a German/Greek woman. I stopped by and must have looked hungry, because she offered me some bread and cheese which I thanked her for and then woofed down in seconds.
Auvillar is a beautiful village on a hill and if you find that the Donativo at Espalais is full then I’d recommend staying here for the night.
An Auvillar street view:
View of the river Garonne from the Auvillar viewpoint:
From Auvillar I decided to walk on into the early evening and the route continued mostly flat and with a wonderful blue sky slowly fading into the depths of what was to be the reassuring myriad warmth of shepherd’s delight reds:
Just before the village of St.Antoine, where I slept for the night, I saw this beautiful scallop shell hanging over a bridge:
I slept out in a field, under the stars and with a second backup plan should there have been any rain in the night:
A semi-decent sleep and I headed off around 8am towards the town of Lectoure. On the way I passed a Gite, stopped by to see if I could have some water for my morning coffee, and found breakfast all set up for the remaining pilgrims who had slept in. I know it was wrong, but I helped myself to bread and butter and filled myself up for the morning ahead. Sometimes on the Camino you need to stretch the etiquette border.
Today has been another beautifully hot day with blue skies, and also with quite a few Donativo cafes en route. Each time I arrived at one I explained that I am without money and awaiting funds, and always it has been no issue receiving a drink and something to eat. Once I have money I will again contribute to the Donativo system.
Flamarens is one village on the way and it is here that you will find a classic French village but with a church in desperate need of funds for its restoration project:
A quick note again about the Camino signs along the way which seem to confirm with authority the amount of kilometres ahead. Yesterday afternoon I passed this one:
This morning I passed this one:
Go figure 🙂
The rest of the day’s walk today has continued to be a pleasure and has also continued through gently undulating farmland:
Well, I arrived in the town of Lectoure a few hours ago and yesterday a lovely Italian guy let me know that there is a Donativo Gite here so I immediately went there and got myself checked in at the lovely building:
My Bed, in the corner of the room:
The view from the dormitory room where I am sleeping:
About an hour after I arrived and checked in (they accept pilgrims from 3pm and ask you to leave by 8am) they were completely full and had the sign hung on the main door that they weren’t acceptng any more pilgrims today:
The address and contact information for the Gite:
I call it a Gite, but actually it is a church-run building for pilgrims.
It’s located directly in front of the cathedral and a few steps from this interestingly named hotel and restaurant:
I was able to wash my clothes and hang them to dry and was also informed that supper will be served at 7pm. Btw, I’m using the internet at the Tourist Information office this afternoon. The office is closed but I have learned that these offices always leave on their internet and you can basically use it whenever you wish; simply by camping outside the door to any Tourist Information office (most of them do offer free wifi @) and logging on to their network.