Pilgrimage decamp @ Cahors, Midi-Pyrénées. Pt.10.

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Pilgrimage decamp @ Cahors, Midi-Pyrénées. Pt.10.

It struck me this morning that my contemplations began in March and have been marching and evolving ever since. I read back the first part of my current journey and the latest part and the differences are immense. Celine of French Coffee Shop also thought my tone had moved from appallingly suicidal to frankly free and apparently not feeling my impending doom.

Lots of simple ways to finish my decamp this Friday. Nothing significant other than I bought the 2nd and 3rd best wines I tasted last night. The first sadly isn't available for three weeks. I'll look out for it again. On balance the two wines were a grand €42, but I figure Glenn and I will enjoy them sometime in Montpellier. If Jason were in Montpellier then I would've brought the last wine of the slurping, but sadly he is in England and i won't see him until Rome and an entirely different category of rouge ... rosso - advice on a postcard please Janice/Fabio et al. I aim to walk up to him on the 13th July quite carefree.

Simply concluded a few banking boring transactions: you have to pay the ferryman occasionally. Conclude for canard! ...

And after that feast of duck another bowl of chocolate mousse!

If he be Mephisto then I fart like Faustus freely decadant and glutton bloat! There are plenty of crazy French living alongside the businessman. Misfits of society who seem unable to be the real them? Drugs, drink, sex or desperation. I reached that final tipping point and will not retour while my feet don't fear the tread of molded soles and wearing away tarmac.

If Britain left the European Union I don't think anyone south of the channel would remember there were some oddballs north who chose to flee a better way? England gets closer to the States but will drown in apathy once the continental shelf rips the piece from under our arrogant stupidity.

Like the Gemini stars the dutch twins shine for all about and make me wonder if they are one or two or both.

Always give a dog your love.

Last night tranquility and ar be Jesus there be leprecorns in my room for this Friday relax - Hi Cork/Dubliners.

Location: Cahors, Cahors

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