An excellent day … until the heavens opened and we could not find the gite. I hate days like this. By 7.00 in the evening we were cold, lost, wet and without hope, but then we met M. et Mme Klinton (yes they are French) who had just come back from 3 days in Italy, but still had time to help us. Within 5 minutes, Nellie was comfortably installed in a barn with the best hay she has eaten since leaving her home in Haute-Alpes de Provence and we were somewhat less comfortably installed under a tent, in the same barn. But we were soon invited in to join them for dinner … only pilgrims with a slightly over-dominant horse and undersized dog, could expect this kind of treatment!
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