Don’t misunderstand, not all villages are like that, just many which were on our way. It is the old song, the young go to the city, and the old at some point can no longer manage or maintain their estates. Although I like this morbid dreariness, I am aware that behind every dilapidated house or house for sale there is a sad story. How interesting it would be if these houses could talk. It was 27 exhausting kilometers, but we mastered them as well. One kilometer before the finish we also passed an Intermarche, a supermarket. I shopped without thinking that we would have to carry all this in addition to our luggage, but we packed that too, stowing something here and something there, and at one point I had only a bag of fruit and eggs in addition. The appartmennt was thankfully on the ground floor and was quite large. Then I could simply hoist the packed trolleys up the three steps and cart them into the room. As always, shortly after we arrived, the room looked as if a storm had blown everything into disarray. The tent over the kitchen table to dry, the bags were cleared out hastily, because what you were looking for was hiding at the bottom, as always. In those moments, I can never imagine that we will leave a tidy room when we leave. But we do. Honestly, I swear!