Walker Tracker

Our days have taken on a definite rhythm.  Regardless of the weather we go on a long hike in the morning,  have a leisurely lunch, go on a shorter hike in the afternoon,  come back to the house for dinner, and then Jean-Jacques, Christine, and sometimes Lucie go on a third evening hike since it isnt getting dark until around 10.  At this point I'm horizontal on the couch reading.  Traditional lunch is a galette--a buckwheat crepe often filled with egg, ham, and cheese;  a pitcher of hard apple cider,  and then a dessert crepe.  I had the best dessert crepe ever on this trip-a salted caramel and butter one.  Whoa!  The best galettes have been awesome but the ones in Paris in the part of town where Bretons settled has ones just as good. 

This whole area is studded in mysteriously placed stones that predate Stonehenge, the Pyramids etc.  There are thousands of them,  some in obvious but unexplained alignments, some studding people's backyards.