56 day of my Camino in 2015: 27 km to Busson. Unspoken day. At the end I reached a little french village. I asked a young woman standing in front of her house, if there was any place for sleep there.
– “No” – she answered. – “There is no such a place, but maybe you would like to sleep in my house? Of course if you’re not scared of cats!”
I stayed. And still I’m grateful and I admire gesture and decision of that young Lady. She got my respect and has a place in my heart forever.
Below there are pictures from that day. There is a lovely photo of crossroads with a cross in the middle. And picture below, so typical for north-east France. Guess why? 🙂