A rebel without a clue.

Argh! There is a fête in Argenton-sur-Creuse so the hotels chambre d'hotes etc are full. The suggested Hotel on the crossroads is too close to the comings and goings - so this afternoon I must walk to the Refuge municipal in Gargilesse-Dampierre: but not now. Not for a little while. I feel tarnished although I had a fit night last night. The knock on effect of two long 32 kilometres days. But at 15kms it's a pleasant afternoon stroll alongside the Creuse? But it is chilly and in L'Agora Café Bar Brasserie there is 99% shade where the sun is just beyond me to the south. A coffee. Number 3 of this day. No more. Should I eat repase... *** At first I thought it's all the same, as I followed a street out of Argenton-sur-Creuse, up passed the Gîte at Le Péchereau, which is full, and much of it was a little bland, however there was the river, once I had rejoined it. And then it hit Moulin Loup, a leat, and a streep incline by the damming barrier across the river. Now I am defi...

Today I am not walking, as such, I need a day resting my feet, body and mind. Last night was a restful sleep until a mosquito snuck in the room, but I didn't consider it much really and was awake around 7:30am. None of this 5am madness to contend with and my clothes are all washed and so too am I! A quick tour of the cathedral and gardens prior to tourists, yesterday I used the north and south portals as a shortcut. Down to the area around the Halle market for breakfast then I go somewhere else on bus, train or Blablacar... To continue towards Limoges for the flight Wednesday 1720... *** Down for a coffee outside of the marché which opens around 9. The down to the station to head somewhere else to continue walking three more days towards Santiago...  Blue skies and a colder air: autumn and winter are coming along. It's ceaseless. But it's beautiful! Last night I spent a little time drinking fine local biological wines in Vinapava where I'd heard of none of the grape var...

Just stopped for a coffee in main focal point of Brécy and there was the pelerin who woke me up at 5am... I walk fast, but he must have other means: like the devil he's beyond mere humanity, but not God because he's not infinite or eternal? First pilgrm in four days and I didn't like him... He told me a talk too fast so I stopped talking to him after that. Last night he shared none of the fayre I spread on the table. *** Bearing down on Bourges and my body is stumbling today. What I consumed yesterday was not so healthy: from too much rich, but glorious, chocolate which I wolved down coming into Baugy. Now it's finding its way out of me again! First toilet by the wayside. The large absorbent napkin that I kept from the scramble eggs in Paris on Sunday came in useful. Still got two sections of four I tore it up in to. My bowels feel less agitated. It's all part of my Camino experience the bodily functions i must perform, especially after a 75cl bottle of vino... But ...