Figeac – Cajarc: 33kms – Saturday

Saturday morning was market day in Figeac. We picked up lunch goodies, including Les’ favorite – dark grainy bread. A note on French bread – it does not suit Les’ bowels and she constantly reminds me not to eat it. Yeah right! I love it. …A large chunk of aged Cantal cheese, a bit of jambon for yours truly and scores of prunes for the femme as a hopeful remedy to her French affliction, and off we went on another long day.

And long it was. We went through 4 liters of water on a day with only couple of small villages en route. Fortunately eau potable was available at both.…Met up with a few other walkers – two older French couples and one young man who had started walking in Vienna. Going to Santiago. More than two months walking so far - over the Alps with more significant undulations awaiting him. Hopes to finish by mid-November. Carrying his tent and lots of weight. Quite extraordinary. Mr. Vienna we call him…

Our first vineyard is seen shortly out of Figeac. Sweet tasting berries – don’t ask this alleged connoisseur what varietal… Once again another nasty, rocky descent into Cajarc. Turned out to it was a cute, provencal looking town. Suffice to say we saw none of it because we went directly to our very nice hotel - arriving at 6pm, quite exhausted. No gite and no wandering after such a long day. Even Les had trouble walking down the stairs to our very nice dinner. Damn my toes.