It was an easy, if somewhat unexciting walk. When I arrived at Murat, I found the town a seemingly pleasant pilgrim-friendly place, albeit a bit grayer because of the weather. I stayed at the gîte communal, a rather sinister place as it was quite old, with facilities reminiscent of a bygone era, and because I was the only one there. Hervé, Bernard, and a few people I would meet later, stayed in the more inviting Gîte d'etape Les Menhirs, but its owner Jean-Jacques Chazalet had never answered my email and messages. I now understand he was quite sick at the time, but I wished I had persisted.
I did find a nice pilgrim-friendly restaurant, however, with a great prix-fixe meal, so all was not a loss.
Leaving Fagairolles in the rain |
a WWII memorial plaque along the road |
A highway marker |
Restaurant "le Castelas" |
The public library, that appeared to be having some work done on it |
Upcoming library program--actress and author of detective fiction |
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