CHATEAU GROSSOUVRE – CHARENTON DU CHER
When I left Grossouvre in the morning, I had to walk for one hour on a busy country road.
The following poem came into my mind:
Between seven and eight o’clock
On a country road
Cars are coming and going
I feel like a frog
Squished flat.
After this nerve wrecking walk, I reached the Canal de Berry, a now unused canal built in the beginning of the 19th century by Spanish prisoners of war. For two days, I was walking along the shore of the canal, often lined by high trees and a dense wall of shrubs. Jumps of the frogs leaping into the water when I passed by, uncountable butterflies rising up the grass by each step, storks flying over the tree tops and the ever changing reflections on the water made it a walk through paradise.
It was evening when I arrived at Charenton du Cher. Here, I stayed overnight with Madame Malivon. She lived in a Chateau and rented some rooms to pelerins. It was a treat to stay with her, not only because of the charming, old-fashioned rooms but also because of her excellent cooking skills. I was not the only pilgrim; a French couple stayed with her also. We had a delicious meal together.
