Shared Illusions

That’s been a refrain for days. Somehow we always seem to walk longer distances. Granted, if there’s an interesting diversion, we take it… OK. We’re to blame. Sometimes it’s a missed waymarker – like today, but it was only a block or so out of the way. Yesterday, it was a pilgrim telling about an ancient inn and medieval garden – historic! Impressive! Oh, it just adds a few kms, we’ll never be here again, might as well.

Another US reminder:

An astute pilgrim noticed something missing…

Meditative sights

While we still have some luscious walking in forests, since Moissac,  there has been a lot more walking in fields and more pavement.

2 pilgrim areas of repose today:

Tonight we are in an old hotel. We bought food at a boucherie – divine paté, tabouli, and wine, bread and ate in. Needed a break. It was a tiring day of at least 17 miles. My right foot, even without the full pack, gets clumsy. What a word- clumsy – it sounds like old English.

Anyway, time for bed.

Beaux rêves.