Pilgrimage decamp @ Cahors, Midi-Pyrénées. Pt.3.

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Pilgrimage decamp @ Cahors, Midi-Pyrénées. Pt.3.

Sounds when I arise and the feeling songs of the dawn chorus were within touching distance of my mere bed; Mother Nature's bed. A solid floor without give or sag or impressed body yet! Time will mold to fit my shape as the earth reaches to draw me down to rest in peace. Seven bells called my body up before my descent was permanent and never again would the world be blue and jewellike and free.

With time for a douche and a re-fix of my tent I left to find Cahors right bank and swim to the Cathedral and a Market jumping a volume gallic and brightly painted in product hues; piles of fraise and cherries and asparagus and pain and fromage and jamon and nouget. I wash my mind in plaisir of traditional simplicity and find French Coffee Shop where I left it yesterday to consider my day trip to Puy-l'Évêque and fine wines; quite possibly the finest wines on the finest day of this random and unthought path I tread: Juin cinq.

At 10:30 I am pushing on towards the SNCF Gare to hop on a bus away for this bright cherry of a day; catchya l8r alligator, in a while crocodile?

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