Angular motion.

Cats calling, bin men operative and municipal strimmers timed my sleep to dreams finding a long lost shore.

Annie and I at 6:30 upon the day, breakfast and a Q&A "if a pilgrimage was a ..." A school psychologist she is and it was a nice way to spend an hour.

Second round of ablutions, socks on and ready for grand depart. I will turn left to visit the amphitheatre, town square before over we go. To turn left or right I will decide after the pont du ...

It has come to my attention I need never rush again. The end is not an aim, neither is the start something we can revue, alter. Never has it been how we assign it.

First pilgrim - going to Arles - and I think she was returning from Santiago on the Le -Puy route. So very inspiring. But we are all invisibility.

A rest. My feet become a little weary. A certain tension exists on the back roads - they're still bitumen, tarmac and not once cushioned for a pilgrims tender parts, but there are a million ways to feel pain . Plenty of bicycles going both directions. It is flat, reedy, a slightly saline smell in the air, dykes and canals, Wind from the North keeps the midday heat away. Saw paddy fields, white horses, bamboo, dank mosquito waters. I am approaching Le Petit Rhône - the western edge of the delta. Saliers is the village to rest some moments.

Saint Gilles du Gard Maison de Pelerin €12. Ravioli at Casino Marche €2.20 and Muscat €3.50. Sports Akileine NOX for an ampoule (blister). Stop.

The levels of being writhe in Saint Gilles du Gard! The centre convulses as Bart (Antwerp) and I discuss the inescapable doom brought on by the seismic shock of the modern broken world implanted unresolved in Gard. Is this why the south elects such right wing politicals? There isn't one French person in this 'republic' who the Terror would've kept. The Terror now would be a systematic cull a la National Socialism/Bolshevism because there would be no options. Why is the "village" so destructively North African? Do not disturb. A few glasses of wine back at the h'ebergement. This might be a cell in which to sleep, but it is not the prison that square represents; and at the end of the passion I just packed away and left the turmoil of 10,000 souls.

I've retired just before ten pm, there are now four pelerin where there is space for eight; 2 Swedes (father and son), 1 Belgian and me. They're outside but their existential conversations are singing me to sleep; knowing I am not alone. The pathetic excuse for an etape is over and 1er is an erroneous decamp. This might be because it is away from the tourist trot? Night all.