It’s fall on Le Chemin. Even as I go south, it’s cooler and a little rainy. I had thought about sending some warm clothing home only a few days ago but suddenly, I’m using them.
I’ve hit fields and fields of sunflowers. They’re used for making oil. Though they’re past their prime, they’re beautiful.
As I keep plodding on, I appreciate the Chemin experience more and more. Although I treat this as a hike, I stop at signs of hospitality. Residents offer coffee and tea for one euro, tiny tiny cups that you swallow in two gulps. But I figure that for one euro, I get a table and chair to have my lunch, a garbage can, ans sometimes an outhouse somewhere. It sounds like a bargain.
I stopped at Le pech, a gite up on a hill. Pech means hill on Occidan, a historic language. Great, now I have to deal with Occidan. French isn’t enough.
We had a typical gite experience at Le Pech. Two German women needed a reservation. They didn’t speak French but only a little English. So I translated into French and Roger made the reservation for them in French.