Psalm 130:5 "I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in His word I hope"
Walking to Miradoux was very difficult because of the heat.
View from the Gîte Communal in Auvillar
Leaving Auvillar
It was fine in the early morning. I ran into two French women I had met in Moissac and they remembered me! Halfway, a large group of us converged on the tiny 12th century village of St. Antoine de Pont d'Arratz for a mid-morning coffee break and it was pilgrim-reunion time at the "La Coquille" épicerie, bar/restaurant.
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| Church, St. Antoine |
In the 12th century, the monks of St. Antoine began a hospital to cure people from St. Anthony's fire, a disease with both convulsive and gangrenous symptoms, caused by long term ingestion of grains infected by a certain fungus. Donations from the sick resulted in the building of the church, and the surrounding village ensued.
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| Café, Saint Antoine |
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| Saint Antoine |
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| Leaving St. Antoine |
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| The day heats up |
The second half of the morning became more difficult as the sun heated up and I spent my time seeking out shade, fountain possibilities, and places to stop for mini water breaks.. On the outskirts of the town, I stopped at a house to ask for water to drink and to dampen the hat I was wearing, as I was afraid of sunstroke.
Miradoux
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Gîte Bonté Divine | | | | | | |
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| Wayside cross |
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| Inside the gîte, Bonté Divine |
Needless to say, Miradoux was a welcome sight. My gîte had the lovely name "Bonté Divine" (Heavenly bounty), and was most pilgrim-friendly, with some of the best food served this time around on the Chemin.
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