The next day was market day in the town. After a brief wander around taking some photographs, I left following the red and white stripes of GR65. The way led me over an old Roman bridge and followed the Lot River for some time. I caught up with Christophe, Marie and Jacques as we entered Espalion. We crossed another old bridge and after leaving the town stopped for lunch under the shade of some trees. Cheese, bread and pate and followed by coffee from the trusted gas stove. We all dozed for a while in the long grass.
We continued on fully fed and relaxed. We soon came across the small village of Bessuejouls. The church had a buzzer entry system. No one was around. Small stairs led to an upper level in the church tower. An empty room with an altar. Leaving the church behind there was a steep climb up to open fields before we dropped again to lovely village of Beauregard. A short climb later we approached Estaing.
After finding the Hospitalite Saint-Jacques, we checked in. It was a Christian welcome with a strict closing time of 10pm. Accommodation was in a bunk bed dormitory sleeping twelve. We were all invited to share a meal with the volunteers who worked there. After a basic dinner of potato soup, plain pasta with no sauce and a fruit flavoured liquid we all joined in doing the dishes. After dinner I asked one of the people where he was from. He seemed nervous and said he had no country and he was from nowhere. Quietly spoken he said that I should not get up early in Spain as I will always have a bed. His eyes were deep and dark and he had an unsettling soft voice. For some reason I felt nervous but safe in his company.