Hello stalwart readers! We made it to Saint-Gilles du Gard yesterday the 28th. What a long, flat, hot slog it was. 17 miles. I spent a good portion of it creating senseless, but fun (to me), descriptions to a cadence chant from the army. No way I can duplicate it here, so you’ll just have to remember to ask me for a sample when I get back.

Yesterday, we walked through miles of vineyards and orchards: apple, peach, apricot.

Close to Saint-Gilles we met pilgrim Calum, Scottish but born in Bruges, Belgium because his dad was Catholics, his mom Protestant and they couldn’t marry in Scotland so they moved. True love. Having a new companion helped the last few miles slip by. Calum said he was really tired and we helped him, too.
Here are a few pilgrim makers new to us, and the first sighting on this trip of the traditional one…



Oh, and this dual version:

We also saw stencils on many homes.


Last night i fell asleep before even beginning a post. Tonight, while writing it. So, I’ll have to sign off until tomorrow.
Now I know why hearing birds always makes me feel good. Thanks for that explanation! I remain in awe of your stamina.
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It’s good to know what one can endure – and smile through, even. While enjoying Arles, I do miss the sweet songbirds!
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