September 1, another sunny and bit warmer day, high at 29 degrees.
Another banana fish day with a good climb to Faycelles, an old hill town much preserved and marked as a site to see – at least by the French tourist office. Ran into the pelerins from France who tried my bike and they told me " you must drink the water at Faycelles". Not clear on the meaning, special water, specially blessed, extra good? Nope, turn it was a word play, a "blague", joke, for me. Seems to be a play on wash water (something pronounced like vacelle ) but it is not in my vocabulary or dictionary.
Then a ride back in the Lot Valley. Thought I would pass a number of nice towns, maybe did but all were closed up. No bar or place for a coffee or drink for over 20km until I got to the old town of Cajac.
Cajac is, according to their mythology, of celtic origin with graves from the roman era. Another wealthy town that was a loser in the Hundred Years War, but not occupied by the "English". Held out as they had a nice moat and a wall.
Afterwards the same Catholic and Protestant religious strife as Figeac except here it ended up, after much negotiation and political separation as Protestant.
Richeleu in 1623 took care of the moat and much of their independence.
Nice three star hotel for me to take QB to and have her sleep. Not getting better, maybe worse. Clearly no fun for her and of course very discouraging.
Not that I needed it, or earned it; moules frites for lunch, with a beer.
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