Still Burning Those Haagen Das Bars

I've been walking for almost four weeks now and I still don't think I've burned off those four ice cream bars I ate, one after the other back in July.  Although it was obviously Dave's fault for falling asleep without eating his two, I'm not one to cast blame. 

In staying at the same place I stayed last time, in a town called Larceveau. It's halfway between St. Palais and St. Jean Pied de Port. I probably could have walked straight through but I think the weather is going to improve enough by Sunday to make it worth doing the 1300m climb up the Napoleonic route. 

There were 16 straight hours of thunderstorms last night and this am so I came reasonably close to staying put in St Palais today. I left at around 10:30 this morning and made it here by 3pm - without getting a drop of rain on me. 

I'm still using the same non-store-bought walking stick I found in the woods south of Tours almost four weeks ago. It's still hanging in there so the plan is to take it the rest of the way. 

Yesterday I mentioned a a specific spot where the three French pilgrimage routes converge. In pretty sure this is it.