Very spartan accommodation Chez Danielle. The meals were simple fare indeed. She was lactose intolerant and shunned animal products, so the entree was raw grated carrot, the main cause, a vegetarian quiche, and the desert, a kind of apple jelly. For breakfast, there was no butter for the bread; in fact there was no bread at all, just nuts and rusks and those circular white rice things.But it was probably a healthier meal than the night before and vegans would have loved it. If you like simple fare, then I recommend Chez. She was a most genial hostess. And although Carnivorous Alain from the night before gave us her name, i can’t imagine that they socialized at all. Neither could eat at the other’s house.
I noticed in the livre d’or that Lorna from Victoria had stayed there.
Heidi asked me at dinner last night what Canadians thought of Trump. I said that 80% to 90% of Canadians would dump Trump. I hope I was right.From there, the conversation turned to the rise of right-wing nationalism in Europe and it’s possible consequences, problems far from the idylls of the Camino.
After a second breakfast at the bar opposite the church down the road from Danielle’s, I rejoined the rural road running along the valley. Several kilometers later I passed a church, then a chateau, and followed a farm track running above and parallel to the road.
Myrtle Esso and Agatha gazed down on me as I walked past, wondering why I wasn’t up there with them enjoying the sweet grass. I wondered that too. I think we underestimate cows.
I passed a cemetery and noticed the huge tombstones towering above me. The quick and the dead. Around noon I came to the bustling little town of La-Cote-Saint-Andre. With its vieux quartier, this would have been a good town to visit, but it was too early to stop.
I wasted half an hour seeking a little towel To replace the one I had left behind (another one). Some one sent me to the petit Casino but they didn’t have one. Just as well really, for it was quite a large little supermarket, if you know what I mean, full of shoppers, with only two check-outs open. The lines extended to the back of the store, and had I joined one, I would just be going through now.
I walked on alternating between minor roads and rocky tracks leading from one to the other. I was noticed a field of poppies, traditional red ones, but some yellow ones as well, rather like our Californian poppies.
Just before Faramans the trail passed into one of the most beautiful parks i have ever seen I walked around a large lake where a souple were contemplating going for a dip. And on into the woods where little streams ran hither and thither crisscrossed by little wooden bridges. People we’re picnicking in the open places, and a couple were plaging tennis onthe courts in the distance,
I left the park, walked into town, just as a bar was opening.i was intending to walk five kilometres further, but I was tired and the day was hot. Along withPhilipp and Heidi, I am staying at the Gîte à la Ferme, just past the church. A wonderful place! More tomorrow.