We sat at our nearest picnic bench for our meal and had just got to the cheese and wine stage when we spotted ... what I thought was a fisherman in waders, but who turned out to be a local walking his dogs.
He plonked himself down and started to tell us ... something. He spoke French (as you'd expect) but we don't!!! Anyway, our Spanish knowledge helped about 1% and we managed to sit for an hour and have some sort of a conversation.
We gave him a glass of red and things got easier!!!
Anyhow. He's local, lives a few km away from here and walks his dogs regularly. He told us it wasn't going to rain and that we were in a very safe place. He comes with the dogs in the morning to pick mushrooms, especially Ceps. I managed to dredge up enough French to ask his age, and, once we'd deciphered the four times twenty plus three, worked out he was 83.
He made our evening. This is what travelling is all about. No animosity between foreigners.
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He plonked himself down and started to tell us ... something. He spoke French (as you'd expect) but we don't!!! Anyway, our Spanish knowledge helped about 1% and we managed to sit for an hour and have some sort of a conversation.
We gave him a glass of red and things got easier!!!
Anyhow. He's local, lives a few km away from here and walks his dogs regularly. He told us it wasn't going to rain and that we were in a very safe place. He comes with the dogs in the morning to pick mushrooms, especially Ceps. I managed to dredge up enough French to ask his age, and, once we'd deciphered the four times twenty plus three, worked out he was 83.
He made our evening. This is what travelling is all about. No animosity between foreigners.
Photos if they don't load now will be posted later.
So will this ...