myself, however I kept on looking back hoping she would appear around
the bend of the road. I must have been missing her. She only reappered
at the Gite in Cajarc at 9:30pm.
This was about 90 minutes after me. At least "old" age I cam walk
faster tham her.
Getting into Cajarc last night I was really sore footed. Dined on old
bread, water and some marmelade.
Cajarc is a beautiful little village the locals insist to call a town.
May be they are right? It got a La Poste (post office) several
restaurants, hotels and even a railway station. The Gite is clean too.
I am sipping beer looking across the main square watching my laundry
drying in the window of my Gite.
At one of the restaurants we have found free wifi called "Default"
Life is great!
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