Manoir du Grand Vignoble
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- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Fitness/Health center
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... She even asked me how I got the bruise on my arm (lol, I ran into an open window on a narrow spiral staircase) and told me that I could tell her if my companions weren’t treating me right. I assured her that they were perfect gentlemen, and that I was lucky to be traveling with them. She was also delighted by my French, and continuously remarked on how well I spoke for an American. She said that it was very unusual to find young women on the trail, and that ...
... a gambling parlor of some sort where we were able to sit and drink canned Coke and Orangina.
When we were able to check into the refuge, we found again the same group from previous days (the third Dutchman who walked with us the one day from Perigueux, a French couple who I first met in la Souterraine, and the German man who I also met there). They all walk together now as a group of four, and they have been roughly on the same path as us. However, they walk slower ...
... close to boiling. So, we ate cold sandwiches and cake. I was very disappointed that I had wasted money and time trying to cook. Seriously, this place should not be allowed to advertise that they have a kitchen. Even though the refuge left a lot to be desired, the company was good. I am glad to be sharing the road with my two new companions who are a lot of fun.
The refuge was full, and three pilgrims were sent to sleep in the city hall. I was in a very small room ...
... vinegar. The next course was my absolute favorite dish (one I have often made at home) of seasoned potatoes and mushrooms in butter. After that we were served salad and the cheese course with bread. For dessert, we had apple tart with a cup of strawberries and cream. Then, of course, we finished with a tisane. Oh, it was so delicious, and I made sure to complement our hostess’s cooking, who was modest and claimed that it was nothing. It wasn’t nothing; it was wonderful.
... in time.
My first stop was in the Gallo-Roman church which dated from the 11th century. I was the only person in the church other than the organist, who filled the place with music. The church was nearly void of decoration. There were no paintings on the walls, but the barest trace of frescos, and there were no sculpted columns. The building had very thick stone walls that supported the large domes which echoed with the organ music. ...