Camaiore to Lucca 28/8/17

28/8/17 Monday
Day 28

Camaiore-Lucca 28 km

Start 0630 after farewelling Nikolas.
In the fresh cool morning aromatic with the scent of figs, I walk easy, with several ascents.
No GPS or guidebook needed and no wrong turns taken by following markers.
Walk through forest, meet a couple of Swiss pilgrims.
Baby squirrel, figs, plums, pears.
The last part of the walk is along the river bed where I meet up with Sergio and a Sri Lankan family. We swim together and eat melon offered to us.

Enter Lucca: beers and cigs in the square, listening to classical music, people all around.
Intoxicated by the carefree feeling again.
Dinner cooked by Riccardo in the apartment Misercordie.
Late-night walk guided in part, by an Italian dame.
Gelato, Duomo, ampitheatre, town walls.
I am so tired I lie on the roadside and sleep. Almost.

6 Breakfast
10 Misercordie Ostello
6 Beers
6 Supplies
18 Pharmacy



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