Day 27 — First Views Of The Pyrenees (19 Miles) 6 September
Madame Roxanne laid out a beautiful table for breakfast. The pieces of baguette were crunchy and their insides firm. We were served a croissant ring that was cut into six pieces. This was the first time that my croissant was not an individual crescent. Even the French people exclaimed about the originality of the ring.…
Keep readingDay 26 — The Longest Day (22 Miles) 5 September
The day started off cool enough. I traversed the bridge to the older part of the city. Like Montcuq with its pink umbrellas, these signs provide a more explicit message of breast cancer awareness. Centre Ville soon gave way to a steep hill from which I looked back to the horizon. I had walked from…
Keep readingDay 25 — A Solitary Walk (18 Miles) 4 October
I made my start time at 8AM. I think that I was the first person to leave the hotel. I caught up with Jean Jacques and Fred who were just ahead. (I did not know that Fred is a French name.) I have seen them everyday since Condom when I took their photo eating lunch…
Keep readingDay 24 — Beginning the Home Stretch (13 Miles) 3 September
Today was the last of three short days before starting a stretch of five consecutive long days. I have been spoiled with starting at 9AM or later and not be pressed in completing the stage. Yesterday, I showed an example of Eauze’s houses along one of its randomly laid out streets. Before leaving the center,…
Keep readingDay 23 — A Packed Short Day (11 Miles) 2 October
I started at 9:45AM and ended at 2:30PM. Definitely short but filled with satisfying moments. I am continually amazed how churches built over 500 years or more ago have weathered the physical environment and cultural earthquakes that surrounded them such as the religious wars and the French Revolution. But they stand from a small village…
Keep readingDay 22 — Mother Nature Flipped A Switch (11 Miles) 1 October
The walk was to be short so I took my time to leave at 10AM although my suitcase was downstairs by 8AM. Thank you Veronique for making my stay pleasant. She checked me in, took my dinner order, stamped my credentials, answered every question that I had, and pointed me in the right direction to…
Keep readingDay 21 — Another 20 Miler (21 Miles) 30 September
Before leaving Hotel de Bastard, I was compelled to go back to the bar room to have one last look at the array of Armagnac. I took this photo of the oldest bottle, 1965, a year before I graduated from high school. I love to taste old wines and spirits. Perhaps old is the wrong…
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