Decazeville
I decided to eat breakfast at the abbey in Conques, which put me 2 hours behind schedule. Leaving Conques is a descending path. Going through the village, I saw a fig on the ground. My eyes went up immediately. This fig tree had gigs the size of my hands. I must have one, I said. I hit one with my walking sticks. It was sweet like honey. Then the ascending begun again, this time passing by the chapel of St. Foy.
The village of Conques was under the fog.
The stones on this path were unique. It was a soft stone, and they invited you you put your feet on them. You can see how the stones have adjusted to the people’s feet, and I knew where to put my feet without excitation. I arrived to Decazeville 7 hours later. The Gite manager welcome me with water and three favor syrup to refresh a tired walker.
The place is great for resting. It is located in a very death sector of the village, but good for the manager for welcoming people with so cordial spirit. Now, there are a lot of mosquitoes here, and it is very hot. From Le Puy to Conques, flies all because the cows.