Moulin de Chameron
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... and sings in French as we go along. I don't think they are love songs though as there are lots of Bonjours, Bonsoirs and Mercis. Each bend is different, sometimes we are beside the river, sometimes the canals, sometimes vineyards, farmland etc. there are crops of corn, wheat and something else we don't know. Not many cattle, but we have seen a few Belgium blue cows, they are very big and white. The villages we pass thru are beautiful in a very traditional and historic way. ...
... bakery that had beautiful fruit tarts in the window. My companions said that is traditional in France to have a cake on Sundays, so we all agreed to split the price of a large fruit tart. We then walked to the local church and had our grand lunch on the stairs. Salad, pasta, roast chicken, boiled eggs, cheese, and fruit tart. It was hardly a pilgrim’s lunch! The weather was nice, and it was by far the highlight of the day.
... named after a local saint, Solange. She was a celebrated virgin who was said to have the powers of healing, thanks to of her remarkable faith. A local lord and knight wanted her for his wife, but she refused him. Incensed that a shepherdess would deny him, he kidnapped her. She struggle so violently that she fell from his horse and immediately began to pray. The knight, unused to such treatment, proceeded to decapitate her. Her decapitated head then spoke the holy name ...
... market we used to stock up on supplies. It was necessary to carry enough food for lunch, dinner, and lunch the next day. At an open air market we ran into a woman who recognized us as pilgrims and invited us to eat our lunches in her garden. However, her house was 4km away and we did not want to take an 8km detour. Later, we ran into her again at the super market, and she again invited us to her home, but this time, she offered to drive us. We accepted.
With her yoga pants and ...
A Pilgrim's Song (my companions singing in Sancergues)
The good night sleep that I had hoped for was not in the stars. I again was in a room with a very loud snorer. This is of course to be expected when one shares a room, but snoring is something that is impossible for me to sleep through. Last night, I put on my headphones and cranked up an audiobook nearly as loud as it would go. Listening to loud talking all night was far ...