Montpellier Pt.5.

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Montpellier Pt.5.

I detoured to the Gare Saint Roch to without France early Wednesday morning. I can hear manana shouting my name. Oh Girona! Legendary city. Never thought I would return that way again. From there there are a couple of options to move forward and bring the pilgrimage back within touching point.

It will be much hotter walking across Spain so anything that can reduce the burden of the several hundred kilometres. The walking will need to begin earlier or be broken up regularly to keep my energy levels high and a lot of my stuff will need to return somewhere. I wonder whom I'll see in Puente?

I haven't been inspired into the poetic moi since I degusted from Cahors via Ruth. I noticed my writing is a little laboured and contrite. Added to this dissatisfaction I can't seem to keep far from the toilet here in Montpellier and I also came back via that McDonald's on the Funny Place. You can tell you run out of options when a cheap burger joint becomes the only places to go! The duck place ain't open until Wednesday evening.

Przybylski Gala. 14 rue de la fontaine. 'Ô Reines' Adoration!

Straight ahead after two glasses of bone dry blanc and as I can't walk by a crepery another bored bite to eat. Finished now. Polished off with a small carafe of Breton dry cider. Le Phare Saint Roch. Good place. Simple but elegant. Bonne Nuit.

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