Gite Mme. Latour (52€, dp)
Overcast and dreary again. It is drizzling and finally raining, with Nick (in a poncho purchased when his parka leaked like a sieve) resembling nothing so much as a camouflaged juice box. We have no food for our lunch and have a big tiff about passing up a boulongerie. Eventually we find a little shop and get a sandwich-to-go on stale bread. Beautiful, easy walking but raining all the way. Nick says there’s an appropriate Latin phrase for where we are: PRARTRUM RIDET… “The Meadow Smiles.” We arrive at our gite at noon and are the first ones there. Our accommodation is a room of four double-bunk beds, one of which is ours. I do some laundry (which will never dry) and we eat our meager lunch and settle in for an afternoon of reading. There is a big common room and as other pilgrims arrive, they choose beds, do laundry, and settle in around us. There are Germans and French and a woman from Brazil. Dinner is served at 7:00 PM. Parsley soup, cassoulet of white beans, sausage and chicken, salad, coconut-caramel dessert. We all snore happily through the night.