The rain abated and we headed out for another walk on a mountain that overlooks a manmade lake. Our first mistake was not bringing lunch and the town, Liausson, had no restaurant or market. Off we went to Octon to a creperie for a bowl of cider (lap it up) and crepes. Then back we came and headed into the hills.
All was well for so much of the hike. When we teached the top, we could see another lilliputian town on the other side of the mountain, the Pyrenees and the Mediterranean. Why, we could even see Spain from our backyard.
Look at that smile. So happy.
Until…we reached a shaded, canted, steep, slippery section on our descent. Let’s just say I didn’t like it one bit. In fact I had a “little” panic attack and Tim had to talk me off the cliff, so to speak, with me gripping his arm as I slipslided away.
But descend we did with only a little butt sliding on my part.
I shouldn’t have complained about toilets lacking seats since we encountered this one.
In full disclosure we also found one with a padded seat. Not too bad when there’s no central heat.
Then we were invited to a friend of our proprietors’ to settle up our bill, after 7. So we ate a hearty soup I made with fresh veggies from the market and headed out. Only to find appetizers, local wine and a seafood stew bubbling in the pressure cooker. Oops. Who knew?
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