A rebel without a clue.

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 ...