I was so tired last night that I fell asleep straight after posting my blog. Paul and I had our own rooms in the psychiatric hospital and mine was next door to the baker. His alarm sounded at 03.50, the same ringtone as mine and at first I thought it was time to get up. It rang continuously for 40 minutes before I noticed his light come on through the adjoining door.
Sure enough, the bread was not ready at 7.00 for breakfast and when it finally arrived it was too hot to handle. At least we had a decent cafe au lait.
Today’s walk was too tedious to mention. We continued our walk along the straight Roman road. The sun was baking us, there was no shade, the road barely twitched so the only excitement was approaching a distant hill. 39km without a cafe, bar or shop. Or anything except a church where we ate a jam sandwich left over from breakfast and refilled our water bottles from the tap outside, intended for grave flowers.
Tonight we are staying at the empty Hotel des Voyageurs in Brienne Le Chateau. We have a lovely room with the toilet conveniently located right outside our door. Our plat du jour was chicken curry, by the way.
Last night’s accommodation in the psychiatric hospital
In case we had forgotten, this is the way to Rome
Our lunch stop