Pilgrimage decamp @ Cahors, Midi-Pyrénées. Pt.1.

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Pilgrimage decamp @ Cahors, Midi-Pyrénées. Pt.1.

Arrived and pitched my tent. Took no time too. Looks really cosy in there. I'll sleep soundly until the birdies bleep at dawn. Serge is our host for the remainder of the week until my stuff arrives from England. I need to find a roll matress or something compact that I can add to my back without killing it.

I walked round the city and must admit it us another place that feels it. The medieval bridge etc I will see early on Wednesday morning before the crowds and the sun is up.

Been to see about walking to the various vineyards and doing tours of some of the more unusual bit. My random footsteps brought me to French Coffee Shop where the proprietor helped me with instructions. I must head to Puy l'Évêque to reach wines of distinction. As recommended by Yann. He also rates Le Bergouvnoux for great quality food at a great price. He was involved in wine prior to his current venture.

Belmon, Montplaisir, Nozieres VdP. Douzil.

Gaillac domaines d'escausses.

I came back via a shop. Picked up Cantal Doux, Pain Rustique, Vin de Pays du Lot and added to this I feast on Pruneaux and grand Biscuit du Figulo. It amazes me I can relax aside a major European thoroughfare on less money than I could so far. I have two days work left for a few euros and rubbing huile d'arnica de la Margeride to sort my left knee.

Funny episode in La Poste. I changed my sterling. Into around 33 euros. With commission I was reduced to less than 1 to 1 equivalent. But I finally have all I need for the week. But I wanted the cashier to change my 'change' for larger denominations. She thought I was trying to give her another €5 towards commission. They couldn't understand what I was trying to achieve. It took three cashiers, 1 customer and one manager to finally get me to a much more happy 30 euros.

It might be a time to chill ... Serge sorted me with a blanket and matress roll for my guarenteed comfort in early June. But I need a wee and the toliette might be outta sight. I'll pop to the house for a little lemon twist.

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