Some thoughts about last evening: after we went to the indoor fresh meat-fish-cheese-vegetable market for the dinner ingredients, Pierre prepared a scrumptious dinner last night. Between him and Edith, I probably gained a few pounds these last five days.
When I left this morning, I dwelled on leaving two good friends who gave their all to make sure my stay was comfortable and who enriched my experience beyond any words or any gratitude I could show. That's the awkwardness of being a pilgrim: you graciously take, but can't return their generosity except perhaps in the mysterious ways of the universe when two lives briefly intersect, each one being the better off. Enough said.
My walk, once beyond the périphérique (the beltway) turned into a pleasant mix of walking / cycle paths (Promenade des vallons de la Bièvre), a kind of green belt that went on for miles. Then it turned into a forest path equally pleasant, but with fewer people. The pictures try to give impressions.
Can't wait for tomorrow's football finals. Of course, it won't be the same as being in Paris!
