Lauzerte, France
Dear fellow pilgrim,
I am sitting here in my little hotel in Lauzerte, which has seen better days…the double cabins are tired, the contents minimal. It is run by one very obliging man who speaks excellent English and I am the sole guest, for whom he is cooking my meal while I bask in the mild evening sun.
It's the 23rd September my sole surviving sister's birthday and I have completed over half the journey to St. Jean Pied de Port.
So, I thought at this po...