Finished packing in time to take a couple of photos before Morning Prayer. One of the monks stamped my credential and took the money, so I could leave straight after breakfast. Lillian gave me a prayer card from Lisieux, and Frédéric hugged me.
I started off, singing hymns. The first couple of hours were in the woods by the railway. Then came the river.
The route then switches to the Loing, which joins the Seine here. Moret-sur-Loing is a delightful town associated with the artist Sisley.
It being after 12, I couldn’t resist stopping here for lunch. This was a slice of baguette, covered in slices of courgettes and aubergines and oil, and grilled.
After exploring the town, I crossed the river and proceeded to Ville-Saint-Jacques, grateful for every bit of shade or breeze. Lots of rests, like this one under an apple tree.
Then on to Noisy, where I had agreed to meet Philppe, my host for the night. He immediately drove me back to Ville-Saint-Jacques to stamp my credential. I had thought the church was locked, but we could enter through a side door.
Then to his home in the small village of Flagy, where he is the mayor. A very pleasant evening, with discussion entirely in English
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