Pilgrimage Pt.17.
Lot hotter today and less windy than yesterday. Set off prior to petit dejourner to reach the camping site earlier to set up tent and go a roaming, but there may be another donativo in Figeac. My legs felt heavy today and it was a struggle to reach my second pause before the final ramble into Figeac in another 9.5kms. Great bar for coffee and sandwich. Before I move on.
Might've eaten too much Pays Saussion last night and one glass too much of Côtes du Rhône? I can't say! Chilled walk should make it to Figeac by 4pm.
Seeing lizards regularly. The bakery in Livinhac was run by the Izard's. Poor quality pain au champagne. Flavourless; none of that wild yeastiness I begun to expect from French bread.
Must've been said before but human habitats and habitations are a repeat of planets, stars and clusters all revolving towards the more massive centre. Like a gravity well the cities pull away the life of the closer persons to the centre; it is impossible to escape unless you happen to have an escape velocity? Right now I am traveling mere light speed to enter the gravitational pull of Figeac before I am slungshot onwards at a faster pace than when I arrive.
It is you that the means of pilgrimage aren't the way of a pilgrimage. Kings and Queens went to holy places regularly, but they weren't able to walk the whole way; they took whole towns along.
Just passed another pilgrim going the opposite direction. He tells me to stay at the Carmelite Mon. Donativo only.
Coming down the last stage to Figeac I smell freshly mowed grass and hear the regular sounds of mowers closer to the centre of wound up humanities. You don't need to speak a way to understand the persons of the way.
Arrived at just after two to a very closed Figeac. Nice town oozing history! Cafe and boots and socks off opposite the Office de Tourisme. Nearly two hours early to see if I can stay at the Carmel hébergement.
True times thrilling through the arteries of my mind once I arrived in Hébergement. Help on my way by the kindest of persons giving freely to those without fear or willing to give tears.
Just took the photo of my life! For sure. Placa de las Castanhas, Figeac. You must see it Paul! The apparently spontaneous is really orchestrated by proto expectations and absurd realities.
Just met Ken and Bouldy and sent a fraught Ken to the herbergement for donativo so he can sort his bank issues after a rest in a bed.
Back at the Carmelite monestry I finally caught up with Brad. We both have elder beards. We agree to cross paths in Cahors soon. He walks 20kms now. See all things are right here now. Even an afternoon of Blur/Blur. On my own but not M.O.R. ever again!
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