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.|
|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!|