Decazeville – Figeac: 30 kms – Friday

The one thing about the Camino is that does not like to take a direct route…..and it is fond of straight up and straight down. Such it was again this morning. Over the hill and down again for the first 4 kms before arriving in Livinhac for our morning café crème.

Once properly nourished it was a pleasant walk through the countryside, albeit at 19 miles, a long one. Two things of note….Once Les has her morning coffee she thinks the world is right and enjoys chatting – caffeine induced euphoria…She likes to note how every little thing is just so beautiful this lovely morning, etc. etc…It’s rather amusing.

The other thing of note is that she has no sympathy for my pathetic toes. She thinks I am a woos for my constant complaining about the pain I suffer – every single step. Even showing her the enormous blisters and swollen left toe prompted only a false sympathetic nod. She reminds me that I have not birthed a child so, “shut the f..k up”..….Damn feet!

On route today we walked with a couple of Canadian sisters – one of which is planning to write a guide book on the French Camino. She promised to make a mention of my observation that there is a certain pungent smell to the Camino – and I was referencing the farms and not the walkers.

Figeac turned out to be a lovely, sophisticate small city. Very classical French town. In other words, we wanted to stay - but walk on we must – the next day would be only 33 kms. To make up for our short stay we decided to eat dinner at the best restaurant in town – good food, beautifully presented.