More walking...

For each foot step now, we are approaching plomb de cantal, or at least what we think is plomb de cantal.

Earlier, after I crossed the Loire river, people would tell me, without any incentive from me, that I was in what they called "the forgotten France." Today, when we stopped for refreshments, a gentleman told us we were in "the deep France".

In the perfume, plomb de cantal is described as the most desert place in France.

We've entered an area of France which is so remote that there are not even flies or churches here (without other comparison). It is the kind of place you only end up if you are lost.

We've put our tent up next to the town Condat, where we will go to have our pain au chocolat and coffee in the morning. So, we're not completely in the wilderness yet after all. Good night!