Sixteen.

It's all steep and I seriously need to make a large deposit not next to copious vines. Vin de Savoie. And break for a second bite of breakfast. Left overs from the evening meal. So I haste into the Mairie before I lose control of my bowels. There was a lot of food went in yesterday, which sustained me well, now it is heading back to the earth which created it.

It's time to rest a moment. It's not far today at all. So I will relax in the sunshine outside the Mairie here in Jongieux and eat a little more of the Tommette de Savoie: rind and all, and set off again at ten.