My socks covered my boots, so they were not too terribly wet. We found a portable heater which dried them quite well, but Steven's boots had water standing in them, which we poured out. It was a short walk of only about 12.5 km today, but Lisa took a wrong turn, Steven forgot his poles and had to go back, and when I got to Moissac it was noon and although the Saturday market was winding down, everything else was closed and I spent nearly an hour trying to find the gite, which turned out to be lovely, but I was sent in different directions by different people then once on the right track encountered the Swiss group and then Lisa and Steven came down a stairs in the distance together and we found our way here at last.
There is a wonderful old abbey here and a cloister supposed to be one of the most beautiful in the world. Lisa; Steven and I spent considerable time looking at the carvings and the beautiful 14th and 15th century statues in the church. Later I walked to the Napoleon bridge over the Tarn, which is really full of water right now. We had a lovely dinner here at the Ultreia Gite with people from many countries and had good-bye champagne with Michel who takes the train to Paris tomorrow.
An amazing moment yesterday was arriving at the end of a very steep descent and looking across a field of yellow flowers to see the medieval city of Lauzerte on a cliff. I felt it was emblematic of the human condition, with boots thick with mud and eyes on a beautiful city in the sky. When I crossed the modern traffic circle on the outskirts below the city, I felt like an alien from another century, and when I finally entered the walled city after jousting with an enormous beer truck to get access to the gate, I felt like I belonged there, but the truck and the cars parked outside the walls did not.