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CAPESTANG TO QUARANTE ALONG THE BACK ROAD WITH PICS

I call it exercise of opportunity. The weather had turned sunny. I hadn't been out walking as much as I should have been. So when I had to drop off the car at the shop in Capestang in preparation for its CT (or MOT if you are a Brit or State Inspection if you live in an American state that inspects cars), I decided to walk back. We're a friendly group here in Quarante. I had several offers of rides. But the walk is only about 5 miles. (Imagine that. ONLY 5 miles. What has come over me?) So I decided to just do it. Here are a few pics, not at all a comprehensive review, but enough to give you a feel for it.

Came across a few native French but they were at lunch and not into conversation.
Everywhere the vistas open up. I try not to become jaded.
These shells mark the St. Jacques de Compostelle Pilgrimage Trail in our region. Legend states that it's the route that Saint James took to spread the Gospel to Spain and then to return to Jerusalem. There are four main trails. Quarante is on one of the minor trails and the shells mark the route. The blue bar is used to mark any 'official' walking trail as well.
Shetland pony in the distance. Again, lunch time.
You turn around a corner coming out of the woods...
...and come upon a chapel in the process of restoration. A local vintner on his tractor told us that the chapel is half way between the start of the Compostelle and Rome.
Those aren't clouds in the distance. Those are the snow-covered Pyrenees. I NEED a better camera.

That sign has been posted in a field at the entrance to Quarante since we moved here. No Fracking! 

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  1. I approve of the "No fracking " sentiment, in our area of Ireland it is being proposed also. Looks a very nice walk!

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  2. Fracking wreaked havoc in places in Pennsylvania when we lived there. Nasty business.

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