four to six, am.
Day four begins with me sat outside, in the cloisters, of the Salle á manger. The homme - Eric - in my room, a room with no name, sleeps very silently so I crept out. Quick venture down to le marchè then back on the le marche... 22 kilometres today. With no room at the inn? *** Following the couple ahead I am led to a deadend. A dyke overflowing. But I did see a path across some wasteland and then I had to vault over a steel barrier - breaking my personal best! In Auvillar the pizza guy thought I was talking to my wine, but it was originally talking to me! Honestly. Two whites and one rouge with a fine Neapolitan pizza. Only three; only ever three for repase a la midi. So I stop here. An amazing Mademoiselle from near to Albi keeps giving me almonds... Sarah... But she's well ahead now I guess? End of (only) day four. Possibly I will reach my first destination on Sunday? However I know 20 to 25 kilometres is definitely my limit now. Walking alongside the canal with the plane trees ...