Conques is two days away and there’s a tickle of impatience, as if it represents some kind of graduation or super-stage of the Camino.
Dawdler, just enjoy the Aveyron, wide, green and handsome!
Signs of spring, these grape hyacinths with their shy fragrance have to be cultivated in my part of Australia. Here they are wild.
Senergues on its granite ridge was cold, but the gîte, Domaine de Sénos, was lavishly equipped. Though I’d requested a single room, it wasn’t necessary, since I had the whole place to myself. Bread, cheese and charcuterie were all available in the quiet little town, which seemed more ancient than any other I’d seen on the track. It’s said to have ninth century origins, and one can see that it was for long a high defensive position against someone or other. There’s a fourteenth century tower against the anglais, of course.