I forgot to say that Pêche means hill, as does Merle, which could be from the language of the Guals.
Remember François? We met him waiting for the train to Le Puy the first time we went to Le Puy. (We are heading there again today.) I didn’t mention that he travels with a small watercolor palette. Here are his gifts to us.


Toilet paper squares are rectangular.
If you want to add milk to your espresso, that’s an extra 30 centimes.
Between Pêche Merle and Rocamador, we stopped for lunch in Lauzes. Lauze is how the stone and timber roofs are named. I don’t think too many English speakers stop in here to the one bistro in town. Too bad. It was delicious! Here’s the menu.


Gutta love an artist! Great pics. The time of your life. Enjoy.
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