On the morning of the 15th, which dawned a beautiful sunny day, I visited the very magnificent cathedral and got my pilgrim passport stamped, stopped in a bakery and then had a café and croissant (ahhh….) at the local café. I had been wearing a scarf for some time over my raggedy hair, and as I pushed open the door of the café, an older woman, looking somewhat the worse for wear, looked up at me and said in French, “cancer?” My first thought was, wow, is she one of those people who goes around trying to guess your sign? And I said, smiling, oui, en fait, and went on in.
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