Figeac - A Day of Rest.

We decided that after twelve days of walking it was time to have a complete day of rest. So we had booked for two nights here at the Hotel Toulouse, last night half board and tonight bed only.

We had hoped for a decent lie in, but hadn't counted on fellow pilgrims in other rooms starting out early with much banging of doors etc. But in fact we still probably got a good eight or nine hours sleep. After breakfast we headed into town an bought up a chemists, with various pills and potions for our ailments. We then headed for an Internet cafe. We had been given an address by tourist information and it turned out to be the local college, where anyone for a fee could access the Internet. We explained we needed to download photos so they dug out a laptop for us with the necessary slot for our camera's memory card.

Two hours later we had caught up on our E-mails, downloaded our photos and uploaded some to our blogs. So do look back at some of the older postings as they now have pictures and more will be added when wi-fi access permits.

We then went for lunch, bumping onto our two Australian friends, Lesley had an amazing salad and I went for the dish of the day, Pork with Puy Lentils. They were both superb.

Refreshed we set about sorting out the problems of yesterday. Our first port of call an opticians who fixed my glasses for free, and then a call to the GB to our family IT expert. The iPod is now winging it's way back to England to hopefully be fixed and then if successful will come back. We also sent home the first two maps of the path walked so far in a bid to reduce weight even by a little bit.

Chores out of the way we went on a walking tour of the town which cost us 20c for a leaflet, there is much to see in Figeac and we would recommend it to anyone.

My problems of yesterday were put firmly in perspective when we went for a beer in one of the many cafes. At the table next to us were the lady I had sat next to at dinner in Conques and the friend she was walking with, who was on crutches, and in a lot of pain with what looked like a very nasty sprained ankle.

For that lady her Camino was over but her friend was planing to carry on by herself.

This evening we a very pleasant meal in a bar, before packing for a quick getaway tomorrow.

From on the Camino in France