After a hearty breakfast with the other pilgrims, we set off through the medieval town, across the pilgrims bridge,
and up the steep valley sides, ringing the chapel bell on the way, a tradition to signal that some pilgrims were leaving.
Having climbed out of the valley, we found a cafe where we ate Speculoos Panacotta, watched closely by a dog and a cat.
We continued past a church, a fortified town and a wayside chapel,
to look back at a panorama of the Aubrac plateau, from whence we had come.
Pausing only to rest at a resting place, we crossed the open country side to the Volets Blus hostel in Decazeville.
We dropped our packs off at the hostel, and then had a look at the local church.
Dacazeville is a former mining town, created by Duke of Decazes in the 19th century, and which has now seen better days.
However, it was the first real town we had seen for a long time, and the hostel offered our own room,
and a real fire in the communal dining room, which was very welcome.