20 August 2023 - Lectoure I'm waiting for my confit de canard, drinking red wine, and smelling like a yeti. I finally got to Lectoure tonight around 7PM ready to cry with relief. Or pain. Or both. The 29 km today through the heat were really too much, but there was nothing to eat in the Castet-Arrouy, the last town before Lectoure. 10km before Lectoure. Paulo clued me in to the camping here. His tent was next to mine two nights ago in Moissac and we've run into eachother a few times. I wimped out and went to a B&B last night and had an exquisite dinner, a soft bed, and excellent conversation with the British owner, Nick, at breakfast and dinner. The trail is not the easiest to follow here, and talking to a French priest, Remi, this morning we got lost and added 2km to our journey. It's the first time I've been led astray by a member of the clergy in a few decades. Pause for the roll on the snare drum. |
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