A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Again, not sure where but I stopped exactly here a couple of years ago, it's the point at which I regret, this year and two years ago, not having stopped to buy food in St Ambroix because I now realise I'm starving. Can't remember what I had to eat either I think all I had was some energy bar and water. Not exactly the best that french gastronomy has to offer.
Whatever it was I was eating I wasn't eating it fast enough for the small dog who lived in the garden next to where I had stopped. A pug with attitude, who was vociferously keen to see me gone. Yap, yap and bleedin' yap until I couldn't stand it any more.
The rollover to this image is a photo of the beautiful blue flowers that you see everywhere, I was told they're called "len" a word I've not found in the dictionary, but having looked them up I find they're chicory.