The most beautiful villages of France qualify for the list for a good reason, they are beautiful.
I saw this message scrawled on a wall as I left town this morning. But a beginning of what?
The cold blowing wind made balloon people out of poncho wearers today. Luckily, rain kept to a minimum and most of the day was spent on paved farm roads. The few muddy trails were a pain and if there had been more, who knows how I would have reacted. But I am keeping on keeping on for now.
Cherries are coming ripe and a couple of farmers had little stands set up along the Chemin to sell to pilgrims. They were delicious.
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