Walking the Camino de Santiago
I stepped into the abbey church of Sainte-Foy, still wearing my pack. After the quick morning pace and that last steep descent, my legs felt like rubber. Nevertheless, when I stepped into the church, with monks preparing the church for Mass and people already starting to gather, all of the aches and fatigue faded into nothing. Here’s what I later […]
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This is the entrance of the abbey church of Sainte-Foy. I arrived about a half hour before the Sunday Mass. I was pretty tired from the fast pace I’d done most of the morning – so much so that I barely registered that some of the original polychrome was still visible on the tympanum. I did, however, notice the little […]
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The Way down into Conques was a knee-jarringly steep descent on asphalt road, a rude side path, stairs, and finally, dirt and stones. The stones were slick with last night’s rain, so there was no choice but to move slowly and carefully. Finally, I emerged from the woods onto the outskirts of the fairy-tale medieval village. It was still downhill, […]
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I reached this sign at about 10 AM. It might not be much to look at, and the translation might be a bit wonky, but when I spotted this roadside sign announcing that Sainte-Foy welcomed me to Conques. I was actually quite touched by it. At this point, I was about thirty minutes from the village proper of Conques. Date: […]
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On the way to Conques and just past the church in Saint-Marcel, I passed by this rather famous donkey. Many travel writers and pilgrims have written about this noisy beast. The writer of my guidebook, Dave Whitson, even described him as a “brilliant conversationalist“. He certainly startled me! Despite the backpack, I’m pretty sure I jumped into the air. The […]
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The village of Saint-Marcel consists of ten houses and a tiny, narrow church. This was originally a chapel of a much larger (presumably monastic) structure, which was already in ruins in the 16th century. After the Revolution, even this little remnant was allowed to decay to the point that it was essentially rebuilt in the late 19th / early 20th […]
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When entering the village of Saint Marcel, I was confronted by this sign. Now, I only speak about fifty words of French, and about half of those are wrong, so my immediate thought was that I was being cautioned that eclairs were extinct in this village – presumably because the local bakery went out of business. What it actually says, […]
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I saw this sign as I was walking on a rural road, approximately 300 meters before arriving in the village of Saint-Marcel. I think it speaks for itself. It does rather look like a large herbivore has been gnawing on it, though. Date: 27 August 2023 Place: approaching Saint-Marcel, Aveyron Département, Region of Occitanie, France Maps!
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Apparently cows in France moo with a French accent. This tracks. On our 2016 Camino, Francine and I discovered that French sheep say “beh” rather than “baa”, so of course French cows “meuuh” rather than “moo”. Not sure about the shoes, though… Date: 27 August 2023 Place: between Sénergues and Saint-Marcel, Aveyron Département, Region of Occitanie, France Maps!
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In France, one of the great things about the Camino routes is the availability of public toilets along the Way. Despite my hurry, I stopped here to use the facilities and to have a quick bite to eat. I dug into my stash and ate an apple and some cookies before continuing. Getting into the stash involves removing my pack. Here […]
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