Pilgrimage Pt.18.
We lucky few had the full Hospitalité of Jacques and Marie at the Carmel Gîtes. The best food I've eaten while away.
I asked if I could stay an additional day to look around Figeac and agreed to cook tonight. Seems only fair? So Beef Burgundy it is then. I return for 2pm to go with him for groceries.
Yesterday I was the hyper me. Really very excited; half expecting a migraine because I was dizzily happy with the coincidences of yesterday. I developed a headache from the sun perhaps, but that was all it was; Kenji provided some painkillers after a little confusion when he thought I was asking if he needed painkillers. He had not heard of paracetamol, but that maybe my dialect which seems to fox everyone; even Americans.
After the glorious meal we wandered the town in the dusk then Christian and I went to Le Bar for one glass of Vin du Cahors! Sumptuous rouge! The king of grapes done so perfectly that maybe very few wines come close to that perfection; it is understandable why Mendoza's offerings are so popular.
My mind is finally feeling clear and simple. I was walking through the town yesterday when I had a moment of total happiness. It grew to a crescendo in the Placa de las Castanhas ... The home of Champollion is Figeac. The first man to intepret Egyptian for our modem mode. The Rosetta Stone brought me henceforth to step the way and see a connection betwixt the many aspects of the world and me.
Conspiring to bring me towards this point of change which I embraced entirely. We sang the song of the pilgrim. I had heard this song three times prior but hadn't really heard the meaning. It is a celebration of our way. Figeac is the second town where looking up to face the day is a reality. Four storey townhouses give the place a palatial splendor; where cats feel they might spend at least one of their nine lives bombing the Placa and dogs wear pink bomber jackets and feel silly.
This is a clear morning to sight see. Prior to the rising of the masses l passed the old part of town and viewed the city from above; I could see the Carmelite Church from behind the city walls. The dawn light populated the sights with blue and striking shafts and ruffled my frantic hair.
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