Part 2, day 13 : Sorèze to Les Cassès

The gîte Le Moulin du Chapitre had actually been an old mill, and the water ran right by the house.  The place was a bit funky and somewhat bohemian, with all manner of collectibles, so that my eyes were running everywhere. The owners were locals and quite amiable.  There was apparatus and other remnants from the old mill, antique French country furniture, knickknacks of all kinds, and extravagant colors.  

From Sorèze it was a relatively short 5 km walk to Revel, a wonderful pilgrim-friendly place with hundreds of young people. On the outskirts I ran into a group of middle-schoolers doing research outdoors on a project. Walking into the town, a high school let out students on a break and groups walked animatedly towards the town center.  I found an ATM, and stopped for coffee.

Afterwards it would be a long walk along a narrow canal called the Rigole, which, although completely with any helpful signage, was at least shaded. When I finally left its leafy cover for Les Cassès, the oppressive sun beat down and the last few kilometers slightly uphill were pure misery. 

When I finally reached the village of Les Cassès, the gîte was another kilometer away, or so it seemed. The hospitalière, Isabelle Bosc, however, was a sweetheart, and saw to it that I had ice water for my aching feet. Isabelle, a former pilgrim walker herself, knew exactly what her guests needed.

the old millstone

the ancient door to my room

the stream by the house

the room where I stayed

you can barely make out the middle school children

the walk into Revel

Revel's hall aux grains

Revel where I had coffee on the square

La Rigole

Scarecrows

I approach my turn-of for the village of Les Cassès

Because of the heat, it seemed a long walk from the turn-off

Isabelle at La Passeur Elle

Finally Les Cassès where I could soak my feet in cold water

The evening meal was a communal occasion, and we were served a regional dish--a form of cassoulet. It was good to see Bernard again, and to meet the two women, one from Moissac, and the other from Quebec, whom I would stay with again the next evening. The three other French men in the photo were all brothers, living in different cities in southern France.