Another dreamy walk across the Causses today. These are hot sunny days, 32C for the moment. I had time to spare this morning because today was only a 19 Km walk so I sat looking at the River Lot. It was very peaceful.
After awhile I reached a lovely little cafe. It was actually more of a Camino exhibition in a hut with drinks and snacks, all run by a former pilgrim. I stopped for a green tea. In Spain you would take it for granted that a cafe would appear frequently but in France there is often nothing for the pilgrim between towns. After a few more kilometres in the woods I caught up with G from yesterday and I learnt the French name for poppy, coquelicot. They have suddenly appeared everywhere. We passed an old Citroen among the trees and nearby a woman was collecting mushrooms. G got an update on the local mushroom situation to compare to her own part of France.
It reminded me of the time I was poisoned by a toxic mushroom at a pretentious restaurant in England many years ago. While the French are experts at mushroom gathering, the British are ignorant. They pop up to Dartmoor with a guidebook and pick poisonous mushrooms to serve in their restaurants at crazy prices. Without going into details, I am always impressed by my first hand experience of how the body deals with a toxic mushroom.
I left G to have a nap under a tree and continued towards Limogne. Suddenly I heard an excited babble from up ahead and shouts of “Monsieur Tim”. It was some pilgrims from the happy Madame Frederique gite. My brain slowly engaged and sorted a few French words into a sequence that was comprehensible to these kind people. They were delighted, asked me where I was staying and, again, a few words offered an answer to their question. I suspect there might be a way to learn this language.