A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
I'd got the rest of the day free, since I'd finished surprisingly early in spite of the long ride, and so I went to have a swim and sunbathe; after putting up the tent and doing my washing that is.
After an hour or so the pool filled up with noisy kids so I wandered off to visit Tuchan, since I'd come in the back way and hadn't yet seen the centre.
The town was having some fete day celebrating the local wine - so I listened to an early music folk band in the town square, tasted 20 different honey's and bought some thyme honey.
For dinner I had cassoulet de magret and felt full. I fed sparrows with fat chicks and watched swallows against a blue sky.
But I thought it was further away and I thought it would take longer and take two more day's to get to Maureillas. In the end, Thuir, where I thought I'd stay and where I had lunch had no campsite and no hotels either, so I had to press on.