LA COQUILLE – SORGES
Since Châlus, I was in the region of Périgord, a district divided into four areas, each identified with the four colors white, black, red and green. The part I was walking through was the Périgord verd (green) because of its abundant vegetation.
For lunch I stopped in Thivier. Jean-Paul-Sartre lived in this town until he was six years old. He had only bad memories about this place. He described his experience in his book “Les Mots” (the words).
FLAVIGNAC- LA COQUILLE
This day was a day of walking through meadows, forests and fields. Quiet lakes were scattered in between with trees being reflected on the surface. It was great just to walk.
LIMOGES – FLAVIGNAC
As I walked out of the town of Limoge, I passed the marketplace, the old train station and the Église Saint-Michel-des Lions, a 14th century Gothic hall church. By entering the church, I was welcomed by the warm light and air of uncountable burning candles and the smell of incense. Dim morning light was falling through the huge stained glass windows. The space was magical. I learned that the 3rd century Roman Saint Martial is buried here. He brought Christianity to the Roman town, then called Augustoritum.
SAINT-LEONARD-DE-NOBLAT – LIMOGE
By crossing the river Vienne on the 13th century bridge Pont de Noblat, we left the city and came into the rural area again – a hilly countryside with fields of wheat, forests with blooming sweet chestnut trees, mills and stonewalls overgrown with moss. We left the town together and I continued later at my own speed – a pattern that developed until we departed a few days later in Périgueux.
BILLANGES – SAINT-LÉONARD-DE-NOBLAT
What day are we?
We are every day, my friend
We are the whole of live, my love….
It was a rainy morning when we left Billanges. Against the grey sky, the green leaves of trees and shrubs were shining in a saturated, deep green. It was a feast for the eye. We walked over paved streets and small forest ways and passed an abandoned looking palace. In a forest, we came up to a decorated tree trunk, the “tronc du pelerin”. This tree trunk was decorated with all kinds of objects people left on their way to Santiago. We had great fun to look at all these different things.
BÉNÉVENT-L’ABBEYE – BILLANGES
It was great! I did not have to look for the way as Rohan took the lead and I was following him. No worry anymore about getting lost. Eddy was a fast walker and always waited a bit until he could walk at his own speed. We were a great team as we shared our love for silence, beauty and for just walking.
LA SOUTERRAINE – BÉNÉVENT-L’ABBEY
In late morning, I started the trek to the Bénévent-L’Abbey, a town fourteen miles away from La Souterraine. With each step I took, I felt better. Walking in nature is meditation for me; it connects me with something bigger than myself – with the bigger Self.