Pilgrimage decamp @ Cahors, Midi-Pyrénées. Pt.9.

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Pilgrimage decamp @ Cahors, Midi-Pyrénées. Pt.9.

Je suis un pélerin?

Friday morning: 6am, I slept for the third night under the stars with the croaking of the frogs and acquired some tender bites from vamp like mozzies while I took my solace post wine taste from 7pm until 9pm. Some very charming vignerons, sassy ladies from France, England and Alix a mix of France, Scotland, Italy via South Africa. I asked her out today, but some South African family friends arrive today... No can do, but we'll follow each other at a distance ever stretching but internety and betwixt the twain.

By the end of the tasting Almond, host, told me off for helping myself once too often. I am grateful to all whom showed this years blanc ans vintage 2012. Some successes and a couple average and two clear winners with one an interesting third for Sauvignon lovers. I will pop back later to photograph the ones I sampled; for the record I was a little drunk as this was a slurp not a spit!

Drifting after 9pm back to the lovely Corrina ich bin von Bamberg, Deutschland and as a 'cabinet maker' she blew my ickle mind. Made of a pale wood and gently pleasing to the eyes, mouth, throat, etcetera etcetera. With those insects taking a free supper I slipped pleasantly to bed with just one mouthful of trois monts bierre. The tented floor now feels true to my bodied form; it takes a few few days to alter and your mind awakes again; even though I cannot really undress or dress another method but horizontal.

Looking at my role in this journey I hastened to quell the disquiet of my reflexes and accept a pélegrin? Is not a question that needs answering with just seeing the accord of the symphony notated in the key of D major moods on. Upon the scales playing the chorus and harmony yep.

The weather has changed. This morning there are clouds so Saturday will rain; I skip upon the new highway.

Celine/Yann have welcomed me towards this city and everyone I have met has equally delivered a 'real' sense of France. From Serge on the distilled and quieter left bank to the modern crazier right bank I am safety catch trigger happy.

Je suis un pélerin dans le coeur.

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