This morning my landlord-widower mr. Henri had put my coffee, baguette, some butter and jam on the table early morning. I complimented him on the neat care of everything: bed, beautifully pleated sheets, a decorative pillow. I do all by myself, he said. Children live far away: in Lille and Paris. Hardly any jobs. Everyone 

The day started with a more or less typical French breakfast. She had put bread on the table and a liter of milk ( picture). The bread I completely finished. I took the rest of the milk with me. To cover my bones’ need for chalk. Right at the moment that I wanted to go 

Snow predicted for today. Indeed, a few flakes, but all day the sky was gray. No sun. A few times I was tempted to deviate from my self-sought road lanes, and to follow the official Santiago route, but when I see the muddy St. Jacques route, I’d rather follow my own plan. I took the 

It’s getting late, so I will be brief. Tonight frost. After the cheap breakfast I immediately went to the baker’s to fill my stomach. Next thing to do was pnning money and on the move. Nice weather, even pleasant around noon. Partly I followed the regular small roads, partly the Santiago itinerary. The latter one 

Yesterday evening the indwelling son came in to say hello. I estimated him around 50. He did some fuzzing in the green house. My kitchen window yealded to the greenhouse. Tosca immediately started barking. I said, Entrez, and he did. Some chatting about his donkey: a cross between the almost extinct longhair Poitou donkey and 

In the morning it takes me 1.5 hours between alarm and departure. That time is not primarely occupied by my makeup, but rather in organizing everything, sweeping my cottage, packing horse Leon, saddling, . This morning after nearly 2 hours, at 8.45 am., I finally was ready. Landlady Chantalle showed me a shortcut, viz. through 

It’s not very important me mentioning “in Chateaumeillant” in today’s title because this village has only 2000 inhabitants. That is still 10-fold more than Neret. I reached, again by many detours, at the end of the road a barn in a cottage. The barn is called a house. Actually the barn was a big spacy 

For today rain and strong wind predicted. And what did the weather gods offer us? Dry all day and no wind ! This was also necessary, because Uncle Harry has caught a little ” rume ” (French for cold ) a couple of nights ago . And not really caught, though! I woke up and