Man that climb into Lauzerte was⁰ crazy. 400 meters to the top and the village centre. And at the end of a hard day’s walk. But hey we did it and had a cold one to boot. You can see the village in the background at the top of the effin hill. I can’t begin to tell you how one feels when seeing that at the end of the day. But it was rewarded sitting having a cold one in a square that goes back to the 13oo,s,
Ah, a field of sunflowers. God’s personal favourite. I can see why Van Gogh was fascinated by these wonderful flowers. The flowers probably brought him some personal happiness in a life that was one of tragedy and heartbreak.
Hail to the sun. Amazing how they awaken to a new sunny day. But today we are having our 6th straight day of rain. Everything is wet or damp. Ugly. It made walking hard. My high tech, sun reflecting,rain deflecting gizmo has proven to be ìnvaluable.
Made it to Moissac in good time and spirit. Our gite is something else. Eccentricity on steroids. Shades of pink, mauve, purple, and red adorn the walls. The house was built in 1800 and the decor has not changed a bit. The house could have been a model for The Adams Family or the Munsters. I expect to see Lurch jump out at any second. Katie would love this. Our room is very girlish. I don’t mind as it is dry with a warm bed.
Sounds very like my house. 🏠😎😎😎
Lol.oh nooooo.
🤣🤣🤣🤣
Moi aussi monsieur de Jerrie.
Oh I love that room, Pink’s my color
Katie
I knew you would.