morning, do not stop the way! 
returned last Sunday at the clinic, single-grenadier not even reserve outfielder , I left on Wednesday, armed corps general, pinned four springs on the back of my left breast, albeit more quietly than a Marshal of the Russian army, but equally glad to see him, about me, scroll again, calmly, "to my feet," the race days, and the path lengths ...
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Top left, almost at the drop cap, the image of an old heart that has served ... we guess the cliche that the tissues have lost their elasticity, the body takes this aspect cardboard! From then reduced in volume cavities are caused to multiply. Thus does one distinguish well that at that stage already has a heart, 3 headsets and the same number of ventricles ... amazing is not it? Without delay, we must then be treated according to the protocol shown in the photo. __________________________________________________________________
The source returned to the circumflex artery, with backticks of happiness I was back in La Rue. The light was coming down a Tree of Jesse on the front of Mark, and I saw a church street crucified gushing from the coating to that of Annie in order to earn a patch of sky that he had booked a photo, and he would have paradoxically made the Ascension with a descent of water with zinc ...
On the web at last where I had been waiting for a small fortnight, I found, Eric and Maud parties to Saint-Jacques late June and crossed the lime kiln. Two photos - including one head-to- right of this post dedicated to them - were accompanied by a nice little note signed by "... how long I know, but eventually I reach well
Saint-Jacques". When I had to postpone my participation in the trip on foot by 8 days, which, from
today should lead us Brioude to Aurillac. I saw there, clearly a sign, which was to consolidate a discussion of the book ... ... ... ... ... ... I had not long ago with Michael who had to postpone it also continued his peregrinations and that we should encourage one and the other more humble ... a better viewing of the flight of butterflies and the little voice that wells sometimes our bodies
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The little word from Eric July 13, 2010 ... Hello, As promised, here are the pictures you took of my daughter and I started to Olloix from Clermont-Ferrand. I am now returned to Hong Kong where I live. I returned to France in September and took the decision to start on the road to Santiago, but from my home in Lyon, direction Le Puy en Velay. I intend to walk a week, then return to my summer, to continue. How long, I know, but eventually I reach well Saint Jacques. Thanks for the photos, for water, for your encouragement, and beautiful book by Alix de Saint André, I have read and left to my daughter, Aude. Regards, Eric Bouveron. ________________________________________________________________ 
Then I was at The Ephad around 9:30 for my daily visit to "Raymond's", and Thiallier Montzieux and Madame Rousset, that I saw going up "instead" Francois Mitterand, two people
Jacobean the turn - if there is However, one ... unless it is a different thing that would have to do with light? - Which I would learn later - the preceding car - having dealt with the lime kilns, their names: Eric and Maud. We met almost all is said in the message above except Eric, however, two or three things. The first. ... ... ... And finally when I talked to them steps as possible and desirable to Randol and Saint-Jean Saint-Gervais
who are not on the route to "se", but punctuate my "love changes" in relation to him, they told me that precisely met in the town, a woman "dressed in colorful" they had already spoken! Laurette was obviously ... must say that when a pilgrim is beyond any of us he has little chance to escape the second as evidenced by this Dutch couple having coffee on our patio! ... And in the possibility of a "failure" he Juan always there keeping an eye on the corner of Thomas Street or the La Croze ... Just kidding of course, but each of these meetings must be confessed, is a sacred and happy ... we can only hope they are renewed!
So one day we crossed the "Feast of the street" these "People of the North" as seen above on a thumbnail photo and we never knew the name. Nor do we have selected - I have to search! ... They are, I am confident in my address book - that this retired couple cantaliens already made jacquaires, who came to test this new Via Arverna for after Romagnat be passed and a thousand other places - many of which already we are now known, return to their household gods Aurillac ... like this should have been the case this weekend if ...
also met and adopted the so illico Jorg English and Mary's past Ariège Gignat couple visited Cape Finisterre and with whom I foresee we have "things" to do. On this blog we were able to "know them" April 17, 2010 in a post titled "2011: end up in Compostela!"
In fact they begin to be numerous
these pioneers Via Arverna with whom we once exchanged either two or three words and quite another thing.
Increasingly romagnatois to realize that these passages are morning we must say more and more frequent on the stroke of 9 to 10 hours, starting at daybreak Clermont Victory Square oblige! This does not prevent other to pass, at other times including late afternoon ... and function of these different scenarios that we consider it Romagnat Hospitality Compostellana consider the service to say that our group can offer
one and the one pass and we do not know in irrespective of any mercantile economic-tourist in the tradition of hospitality and guidance Compostellan. It is the heart of our proposed Heritage House ...
with the existing "Lime Kilns" would bring immediate significance for the welcome! ... Okay, maybe? Income among the scavengers, which requires that I confess I feel much family, just come, first discovered in the shed "came" from Saint-Jacques-contained above-struck me as an sign, an encouragement to share our project needed madness!! 
Back at home, good news and beautiful views of those who, despite our progress impeded, between Brioude and Aurillac, walk to St Jacques de Compostela had kept spinning the continuity of our adventure, two days 
between Cézalier * and Sancy. 
order to remain deaf to these false prophets who would give meaning to walking, so they know from experience that it has long been the other way that it overflows, they have washed their brains out of the troughs, and are merry little party. Hugo would say "... we will walk happy, it belongs to itself!". Yet this group or is juxtaposed so many differences now belongs to himself "In front, go!" 
While they may have thought that the way that floats out of the bog had been prepared for them and were able to climb ladders Jacob that allowed them to see beyond themselves ... Elsewhere he is believed to scroll through the river of no return and that third lap saw him come to amazing images ... 
