Wine in Le Pu(y)

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Have been forced to pay a little too much for an open and light weight sandle built with walking in mind. Probably less than the uk. My feet will now survive the evenings with a chance to freshen up. Looking for some lighter sock, which I was unsuccessful finding, I found a string of three very interesting shops. First a bric-a-brac with reflections of the Chemin Saint Jacques amongst some novels and a surprisingly sexy selection of early 1970s chanson. Then a fromagerie with at least two fromage de la Pays. Very local. Very lovely. Like a cave aged Lancashire or Wensleydale. Finally when I had little chance to find the sexy sox shop I stopped via the couvert marche and was assaulted with a fantastic wine merchants offering local produce too; including this local biere. Auvergne produces Whisky using Armanac casks too. An interestingly northern British town curiously between Paris and London.

Just bumped into Thomas who has been walking and sight seeing all day. I am still feeling the side effects of yesterday, and the early rising for breakfast and mass, so need to relax before I set off tomorrow in earnest. I will need to meet for the 'plot' of Le Pu(y) so I will put some trousers on and drift back up the heavy igneous mount. There will be pain and fromage on the path tomorrow. Suddenly I am running short of hours in the day. Less traipsing and more contemplation.

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