I’ve decided to have an extra day in Barcelonnette so I won’t leave here until Tuesday morning. I needed more time for my leg to heal but I think it will require some nursing for a while yet. There are only two physical healing methods available to me on the walk: rest and massage. I also work on myself energetically, particularly when I’m walking and need immediate relief, like last Friday. I’ve been using, what I call the universal energy, for healing since my first Camino by visualising it being directed through a funnel onto the are of my body in need of attention. I remember the relief it gave my badly blistered feet on my first Camino in 2007. Visualisation is a very powerful healing tool. I’ve demonstrated its effectiveness by the success I’ve had with my lymphoma.

Barcelonnette is a very likeable town surrounded by the Alpes. Today as I walked one of its many narrow streets I looked up and saw a patch of white capped mountain between the buildings at the end of the street. You get these glimpses everywhere in town. It’s the main town between here and the Italian border and I suspect for some distance south of here down the valley. The town has quite a number of hotel, lots of restaurants, and a prosperous looking retail street.

Yesterday the Chauval Blanc (White Horse) Society was celebrating 100 years of
doing I don’t know what, in the street outside the Chauval Blanc Hotel. People were dressed in period costume. The women were conspicuous in their bonnets. The men didn’t seem to make as much effort.

Restaurant food here is more expensive than in Italy. It’s an effort to get a simple salad with just lettuce and tomato, the sort of thing you pay a��3.50 for in Italy. Here, the French want to add, and add and add ingredients and sauces. I ate a rarity today: a multi-grained baguette. I had it with some Atlantic salmon, followed by a peach and strawberries. Simple, but delicious. I noticed that today’s fruit came from
Spain. In Italy I remember only eating local produce.

The French appear to observe Sunday as a day of rest. Only a few shops were open, and only for the morning. In the short space of time I’ve been in France I’ve seen a number of monuments dedicated to WWII. Twice now I’ve seen life sized representations of Christ on the cross mounted by the side of the road, whereas in Italy the Madonna appears to be the most revered religious figure.

Today I did quite a lot of planning of the route between here and the Spanish border. It’ll take me at least until the end of June to get there. It looks like six out of the next seven days will be camping and only one of those days in a camping ground. It’s a good way of balancing the budget after more than a week of sleeping in hotels.

I forgot to mention in an earlier blog that my journey through Italy was around 800km. France will be about a 1,000km, and I haven’t bothered to look at Spain. That can wait until I’m close by.

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