We set off in the fog across the famous 14th century Valentré Bridge and climbed up the steep hillside on the direct route,
rather than taking the less steep detour. Once the fog had cleared, we had varied countryside, to walk through,
with some old stone villages, in one of which we found an open cafe to have a rest and a drink.
By chance, we bumped into Yahn, a Belgian video blogger that Sue had been following, in Lascabanes town square, where
he had returned there to settle to live- His videos had provided a unique view of what to expect on the way, and
had been much appreciated!
The hostel itself was a renovated presbytery, and we met up with some pilgrims who had been at mass in Cahors the day before,
and who joined us at mass in the church next door to the hostel. The evening meal was at a long table in the old, low