We had arrived in the south of France, first by riverboat, and then whisked along by high speed train. The world had been a blur passing by the windows of the air conditioned rail car. Now wandering through a small village, I watched a group playing pétanque in a leafy court. I was not alone. Across the way, a local black and white resident had found the perfect spot to view the contest. If reincarnation were a thing, perhaps the life of a cat would not be so bad?
An Unmapped Route: A Hiker's Blog 