Down to the city. A lot of people and and activities downtown in spite of this being a Sunday morning. This was the election Sunday. The first election round to pick two of many presidential candidates. Morning coffee at a coffee house in the center. We were not alone..
Across new hills over into the city of Bourg-Argental that we gradually got into. A good portion of the road entering the city went along the river. Met several pilgrims, one of them being the German couple from the day before. The woman now clearly realized that she had problem with a hip joint that she had replaced a year earlier. She need transport to the next stop Les Sétoux.In the center people were just leaving the church and we stopped to have the second morning coffee. At tehe main square all of the presidential candidates had been equipped with red clown noses by someone at night.
We continued along the valley partly on steep tracks upwards, partly on roads. The one we got up to after a while, later proved to have been a railroad (sic!) Ava wanted to go alone. We took a rest at playground close to La Gare (the old railway station) of St-Saveur-en-Rue and had something to eat from our backpacks. Then it was steep upwards at roads through the forest. We four had split for a while and I was alone. Paul was fast uphill. I was slow. At the top at 1200 m I ran into Robert. Then I took the wrong route. The reason was that two GRs crossed each other here and being a bit tired I took the wrong branch. After a short while I heard a sharp whistle. It was Robert and Paul that stopped me and made me return to the crossing and picking the right direction towards Les Setoux.
Having entered the small village I noted a row of women leaving what I thought was the Gite. Having waited for a while a lady told me that the Gite was at the other end of the village. And I found it quickly. It was disposed like one of the traditional larger albergues in Spain. Only a few persons there, so it was not difficult to find a bed.The normal routines: bed - shower- washing up my dirty clothes. Very good!
The other dropped in after a while. And the dinner was up in the house where I had first stopped. Was fine night with good food and interesting conversations in several languages with fellow pilgrims. A bit later it became a singing night at the Gite. One of the German ladies from the dinner joined us. Now we were trying to sing the Pilgrim chant "Ultreïa et Suseia" in French. We met the chant the first time at the dinner table when the hostess introduced it. It was not the last time we tried that song. You may find it at various places of the web like this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWWA-tCW-Rs
Domingo y el día de elección presidencial primero. La plaza de la ciudad lleno de gente y actividades. Después la ciudad Bourg-Argental donde los candidatos en los carteles estaban equipados con narices de payasos rojos. Subíamos, subíamos de los altos arbolados. Abetos, abetos y más abetos. Fatigoso. Por fin la aldea Les Sétoux y un Gite muy bueno. Y también una noche muy buena con cantos común con otros peregrinos. ¡Ultreïa et Suseia!
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