Over the bridge to more. More beautiful vistas, more art, more churches, more good food. More smiles from my fellow pilgrims. More kindness from the Gite host and hostess. And a shout out to that little French fella that insisted I follow him to see the painting of St Jacques. Just a little pinch to make sure I'm not dreaming.
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