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He sitting behind, did get somewhat soggy, the bubble of protective air-flow not quite reaching far enough to the rear, and he had to duck down as low as he could shrink. We ordered coffee and they brought us bricks. I couldn't believe it. I have never gotten such service in all my life, before or since. They brought hot bricks for us to warm our feet on. We took off our footwear and put our socking feet on the warm bricks, and such pleasure unparalleled perhaps in the annals of touristry.

Tuesday at Rouen I dropped my hitch-hiker at a direct connect to Paris. I went on thru Le Bouille, Grace, Sees and camped just south of Alencon. Wednesday I made Beaumont, Le Mans, La Fliche, Bauge and Saumur. I made Parthenay and camped just north of Niort. Thursday I went thru Niort and stopped in St Jean-d Angely. Friday thru Saintes, Pons, Mirambeau, Blaye and continued on thru Bordeaux, Jaune, Beliet and camped. Saturday I went thru Labouleyre, Laharve, Laharie, Castets and made Bayonne. I did some shopping in Byonne and camped early on the fringe of the city at a camping place. I relaxed and stayed till Sunday morning where I made it on out of France by way of St-Jean-de-Luz and Hendaye and Vera. I made Pamplona and camped south of Tafalla.

I was on a road twisting down a wooded mountain side in Basque country, with a low-sun golden valley, extending into the distance in the setting evening glow. It was the feeling of heaven as pure sensory delight, the feeling in the air - warm, like late June summer, shadowed, balmy, the colors and shapes of human habitation all in un-vexed harmony, a mood of perfect peace. It was one of the most striking nirvana-scapes of the whole trip.

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