After Manon left, I planned on leaving my bag at the tourist office and I walked around the city a bit. I found a nice cafe that had the worst internet connection ever but I still did a little writing there. When the tourist office was about to close I decided to get a sandwich and just go towards the river and the famous bridge (which was basically the only real tourist attraction of the town). 
I planned on finding a nice place to stay or somewhere to put up my tent, the town itself being positioned in a way where sleeping in a tent is not ideal due to the humidity.

Cahors devil bridge

Didn’t find anything before the sandwich but I just took it easy and trusted I would find something, sure enough after the sandwich I walked back towards the tourist office and 2 streets away from the bridge, there was a fence and what seemed to be a warehouse. I pushed against the fence and it opened up.. Closed it behind me and sure enough, the door to several warehouses was open as well. The building seemed to be used at some point to host a charity sale or something and I found a little place on some shelves that someone crudely made. Even a little broom to clean the place up. Yea Im not going to find anything better and after I cleaned it up I hurried back to the tourist office. The guy there and me had a little chat and he made some passive-aggressive comments that only crazy people did the camino in this time of year, not biting my friend, have fun helping tourists haha.

I went back to the warehouse which was about 20 minutes walk from the city center, I installed some small things to see if somebody went there in the short timespan I went away but they were undisturbed. I wasn’t just making my bed and leaving it up, so I could get it stolen while I chilled around town a bit. I hid my bag, reinstalled some of the things that would get disturbed (if someone else than me) entered the compound and packed some stuff and went back into town. Walked around town a bit but ended up at the same bar as before, yea Cahors seems nice but its not Figeac, it didnt quite have that pleasant towny feel to it.

Warehouse abode

The Blablacar ride the next day was delayed a bit and that worked out very well for me since it turned out to be pretty cold in the warehouse and at some point I woke up and could see the fog rolling through the hall. Still my sleeping bag held up good and Lucy wasnt cold either. I met the lady of the Blablacar back to Figeac and she had her little baby boy with her. Halfway through the journey I needed to distract him a little because he got fed up with the drive. The lady gave him bread to make him quiet and damn, Im pretty sure French bread also would have worked on me when I was a little toddler.

Marie and Adrian had agreed to pick me up wherever the Blablacar dropped me off and I texted them before I arrived. They were pretty hungover since there were a couple of people for the party that had arrived a day earlier. Still it was very good to see them and we headed back to their house. It felt like Ive been away for more than a week but it also didnt. Back at the house I got to meet Paulien & Colin, friends of Marie & Adrian. We at pasta carbonara (surprising..) and afterwards we went for grocery shopping. Marie told me that she and Petra had spent more time together the past week and that she was still there for the party tonight, awesome!

At the grocer I bought a lemon plant for Marie and Adrian as a housewarming gift. We returned home and the people slowly started showing up. All the familiar faces from Figeac drippled in and apparently it was also a dress up party, the dress code was that you needed an outfit that started with an F. My outfit was simple and sleak – a fucking pilgrim.. Marie her family also arrived and at some point there were close to 50 people. The atmosphere was very laidback and I left Lucy in the bedroom at first, but after a while I decided to do a little writing and not be involved with the party so much. This lasted for just about enough time for me to delete my backup diary on my phone, yea alcohol.. Maybe writing is not such a good idea and I went back upstairs to play some beer pong. 1^stround I did pretty well but 2^ndround did not went so well. Lucy fought a German shepard and yea. Good fucking party lol. Figeac is a really nice place I must say and this felt like a proper goodbye to all the awesome people and the town itself. 

At the end of the night I decided to sleep in my tent since my bed got hijacked by beautiful Perrine. I already spotted enough birds this week though and I decided to put my tent in the garden and just sleep there. Now the alcohol definitely played a role but holy shit, I was really bad at putting up my tent since I hadnt done it in a while.. I got it up and fell asleep right away. Great fucking party.

The next day, a few people stayed over for sleeping and we were all hungover like crazy, I did eat a lot of the left over food and yea, a lot similar like the housewarming parties Im used to but also not just quite the same.

I had a Blablacar ride booked that evening at 2200h from the local supermarket and Adrian was willing to drive me there after I had packed my bag and pretended I was writing a little bit but mostly we slept on the couch all day.

I said goodbye to Marie and Adrian and the Blablacar girl who drove me was already waiting at the parking lot. She was an extremely friendly girl from Toulouse and we talked a great deal during the trip. She was a singer and was on the road quite a bit, even though this was slow season, she had a performance somewhere. When she dropped me off in Cahors, she said she had a little gift for me and to hold up my hand, she dropped in a little bud of weed..SO FUCKING COOL. I mean Im not really in the weed smoking business anymore on this trip but Im sure it will come in handy at some point. Thank you very much Gwen, hope to see you again someday!
I went to my domain in Cahors, and my little precautions to see if someone had been there were still undisturbed, great stuff! It was not freezing cold at night this time and I was ready to set out again the next day.

Unstuck

From Figeac

500 km left to the border with Spain, France has been wonderful and I could feel that the French part of my adventure was nearing its end. Rumblings of Covid 19 were slowly emerging here and there but I didnt think too much of it at this point..