Under a pouring rain, our shoes like sponges and the mares very cheerful, we arrive home. We thus took exactly twenty days to realize this loop of more than 550 km.
During this last day, we were raced by a group of Nordic walkers (who passed us with an arrogant ease..) and discovered the Port Royal abbey. It is thus on the path of Racine, great dramatist, that we found the road to home.
This slice of journey is now at an end. No frustration, no untold angers, it is with peace of mind and satisfaction of the well-conducted effort that Alix and I shall sleep tonight, in dry sheets. The black mare and the red mule are back with their herd, and gallop, and gallop.
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