Walking into Espalion is one of things that makes you feel that you have accomplished something. I don't know why, but that's how it can be some days. We had just come down from the Aubrac Massif (in the south-west region of France), where although the weather had been kind to us, we were still in an exposed area, pliable to all the vagaries of nature. Arrving at Espalion, we had made it to the Lot River and a superb medieval town, complete with its own medieval bridge. We had made good … [Read more...]