Aiding by having literally nowhere else to go (and the staunch guideline I had adopted of “never walking back” the way I had already come), I persisted onward & onward that very late afternoon – further and further away from The Way; deeper and deeper into the lush-but-vacant wilderness of that part of France … […]
Fortunately, my wait on the place’s gorgeous veranda was short-lived, as I soon saw a car pulling up the drive. I waved and smiled at the couple therein, who were obviously quite shocked to see me (I think most folks who stay there end up booking in advance). The woman in the car (Claudette) then […]
I woke up pretty early and cranked the radiators up full-blast to finish drying the still-damp clothes I had hand-washed* the night before. It didn’t take long to have them relatively dry & toasty, and then I performed the usual pre-walk routine (packing up my things, chugging some water, and then giving my chest a […]
After awhile I passed a tented fruit tree. It had been tented to keep out the birds, and yet as I walked past I heard an unusual rustling sound therein – a sound that turned out to be a woodpecker trapped inside its netting … :O How metaphoric – and indeed how tragic – that […]
I passed by another flock of fruit-laden fields and this time easily resisted the temptation to partake of the same, and then flowed smoothly into the city of Moissac – initially through its outskirts (where I paused briefly to compliment a local resident on her phenomenally beautiful rose garden) and then into the center of […]
The famous Abbey of Moissac would not allow me to enter (the entry fee was 1 Euro, and I had only none), so I headed over and into the Catholic cathedral next door – which was not only free to the public, but was all aglow with a deeply profound serenity to boot … 🙂 […]
On the way out of the church sanctuary I stopped by the welcome table that had been set up therein, and I am to this day extremely thankful I did so. For Monique, the volunteer on call that day, turned out to be a truly kindred Soul … She greeted me warmly and asked about […]
I saw Martin again as I was leaving the church and offered him some of my bread, which he politely declined – saying he was on his way to get a quick bite to eat before heading back out onto The Way. I bid him adieu at that point and walked onward, thinking that I […]
“Browns seek neutral knowledge, Blues meddle in noble causes, and Whites consider questions of truth & reason. We all enliven some of them all, of course, and yet to be truly alive is to be Green. For to be Green means to stand more than ready – completely willing to blend one’s thoughts into Nature’s […]
Martin and I flowed oh-so-smoothly into the town of Pommevic and sidled easily up and into its local Catholic church (dedicated to St. Denis, the 3rd century patron Saint of France herself), where he paused to immerse himself in its intriguing architecture and I paused to ease the overcoming weariness of both body & Soul […]
Even though the day was still blazing hot when I left the Pommevic church, I knew from Martin that it was only 4 kilometers (2.5 miles) to Espalais, where Nathalie had told me I would potentially find the donativo hostel Le Par Chemin – and find it I quite easily did! Said gite was, in […]
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