am day five
With the one day off, Sunday - which really can't be considered off in the true sense as getting from Montmartre to Vézelay took all day - it's 8 days walking since I left Blighty and it took me until the day from Chantilly to Le Mesnil-Aubry to get into my stride. Indeed the afternoon and evening in Écouen was definitely the best, mentally and physically for the people I met and the food I ate and the drenching I took. The conversations we had that evening in Écouen, Alice, Oliver and I, revolved around art, cinema, philosophy and Jean-Luc Godard (he died on Tuesday 13th..some of his atoms had already blown off and obviously influenced my day) ... I knew nothing of him, except his name, prior to the meeting of our three souls. *** Six ceaseless hours, the last hour I was eating walnuts, young plantain and dandelion leaves and hoping it wouldn't rain heavily between little showers. Just as I was about to cry for lack of energy Mercier chocolatier factory arrives around a co...