We saw a muskrat or something by the side of the road this morning. Very lethargic and sick-looking. Michel, a crazy French knife-maker we’d been staying in gîtes with lately, walked past and made some comment about how we should probably eat it. We later saw him swimming in a brownish lake full of frogs.

Below: Typical scenery in the Gers – easy going and pretty.

Below: The path cuts across a farmer’s field.

Below: The cloister of the Ancien Carmel monastery in Condom. It was active from 1280 to 2000, and is now operated as a residential community for at-risk people. They can learn useful skills (like cooking and hospitality), and operate the gîte for pilgrims passing through. Unusually for France, no alcohol was served at dinner.

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