Walking around Luchon on our day off - maybe 6km.
Weather: sunny and hot after overnight rain - with the usual routine of afternoon showers.
Last night we enjoyed good salads at Café de la Paix (which we went to by mistake - thinking it was the Glacier Restaurant recommended by Annette). Then we admired a procession of Luchon's townsfolk and their various modes of transport, varying from police mountain bikes to full scale fire engines, with horse mounted 'guides' in hot pursuit, furiously cracking their whips.
Today everyone reassembled outside the church at noon for a more in depth performance. We'd collected Graham from the station by then, and enjoyed a coffee with him whilst looking on at the proceedings (pictured from our coffee cups), which took about half an hour before the entire entourage set off to march around the town, again.
Then Graham himself was marched off to Camping Au Fil de l'Oô (formerly Beauregarde, where we've stayed before), where he will spend the next two nights. His mission as courier of my sparkling new sleeping bag having been accomplished, he now has the option of being sent home or being given another task.
Since my guide, Sue, has commitments in the UK, and has to leave at this point, I've decided to appoint Graham to the position of Assistant Guide. For the avoidance of doubt, and for consistency with his courier duties, this is an unpaid position. It lacks remuneration.
"Ok, I'll get the train back from Vicdessos", Sue mouthed on behalf of Graham, who was tired from the overnight journey (despite the staff at Toulouse station providing a sleeping car for his sole use).
And that's it really. A day off in Luchon, with Graham's arrival, all our clothes machine washed thanks to Annette, England winning the first Ashes Test Match, and the prospect of a good meal followed by fireworks tonight and another day off tomorrow. All is well with the world.
Sent from our GR10 trip - see here for our itinerary