And for the cows that want to find their own stubborn path; there are ropes everywhere, ready to be in the way.
If you watch carefully, you see the older women. A bench or a chair in the shadow. They don't have to sit where they see everything; the sounds of the village tell them what happens. Always the same dogs barking; you know the different sound of every tractor. Cocks crowing, cattle that moo impatiently: the neighbours are always late.
Ligonde was one of my favorite stops. Lovely tiny albergue.
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