About halfway there it started to rain, then poured. It was quite miserable as I headed uphill towards the town and was unable to take any photos whatsoever because of the deluge. Montesquiou appeared to be another charming town built around a castle, but I really didn't see much of it. I headed for the epicerie, sitting at a picnic table in the shelter of a covered area adjoining the syndicat d'intiative when a woman drove by. I asked her for directions to the epicerie and she walked me half-way. There the woman behind the counter took pity on my and invited me to come into an area where three others were gathered that appeared to be a makeshift café. They were expats from somewhere --perhaps England. I barely had an opportunity to speak to them when the woman who I had spoken with initially said there was a gentleman from the region who offered to drive me to Pouylebon ! An offer I could hardly refuse!
The Camping Pouylebon is a bit remote but does have two "dormitories" of sorts for walkers. Mine has a main room with sofa, table and chairs, and kitchen, with a dorm of 4 beds, and a bathroom. I am by myself, which is perfect. The weather changed in the afternoon with some sunshine, but my phone charger had gotten damp in the rain and I had to wait several hours for it to dry out.
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