Oct 16, Day 11: Livinhac-le-Haut to Figeac (25.4 km)

We ate breakfast in the communal dining/kitchen with the couple from Mexico.  She described her pilgrimage in Spain, how she had walked the route twice, once alone, and once with her adult children.  They were finding the Le Puy camino much more difficult because of the hills and lack of services compared to the Camino Frances.

Breakfast was coffee and milk, with packaged dried toasts (boulangerie closed), fouace (brioche type sweet bread), butter and Nutella.

This type of trail is not too bad on the feet.

We walked uphill to get out of town, as usual.  I was sore and stiff and I realized that yesterday, to keep warm in the cold rain, I had walked too quickly.  I did keep warm but today I was suffering with tired and sore muscles and ligaments in my legs.  Today we walked at a slower and more steady pace.

Fog.

It was foggy and cold most of the morning and we did not see much.  We were grateful that it had been warm and sunny for the days we were walking through the Aubrac plateau, because had it been similar to this type of weather it would have been miserable.

At lunch time we managed to find a bench and ate the left-over pasta, some cheese and chocolate cookies.

The sign-post for Figeac.

The afternoon seemed long but it was not the worst day.  We walked along roads for much of the day with only a few sections of the trail passing through farm fields and trails.

Narrow path along a road.

We walked into Figeac.  We were excited to arrive because tomorrow was our first rest day.  René had booked the rest days to coincide with the larger towns along our route, Figeac and Cahors.  Also he arranged to arrive in town to be able to visit the weekly Saturday market.

René had booked two nights at the Hôtel Le Quatorze.  It was a lovely, large room with lots of windows and a large bathroom.

We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the city and looking for a restaurant.  We ended up at L'en 'K', a hamburger place.  The burger had local cheese, onion confit and fries.  It was delicious.  A warning to North Americans ordering hamburgers in France: burgers are served rare.