The 6th of April

We woke up at the hostel and realized we needed to do something about obtaining breakfast! The extremely hospitable English woman running the hostel told us about the only bakery open in this tiny village. Mom and I walked up the windy path up the hill and spotted a tiny sign for the Boulangerie. Inside was barely anything- just like Jan, the English woman from the hostel had warned us- there was a single loaf of bread on a shelf which I picked up naturally. "Non non! C'est réservé!" Hmmm... The old man with the long grey beard and vacant face ran to the back as quick as he could and returned with another loaf. After a breakfast of tea, bread and marmalade we continued to get ready to go see the rest of "Le Cité" by daylight.

The fortified city was a bit touristy, but so worth the visit. We walked up the path leading to the main wall and the wind was incredibly strong- strong enough to make us lean on 45 degree angle against it to walk properly. The fort was deigned in a way so that the outer wall and the inner wall created a wind tunnel, so this intense circle of strong currents was hard to get by but once inside the inner wall- into an alley that strangely resembles something out of Harry Potter- it wasn't so bad. We spent the afternoon shopping and having lunch looking up at the hundreds of years old history around us.

We spent most of the day here and simply went back to rest at our friendly little hostel in the countryside.