Last night in La Romieu was a lot of fun. Hung out in the plaza with some fellow French pilgrims one of whom turned out to be tango dancer. We took turns drinking Rose with ice, and dancing and eating things from the nearby epicerie. Then back to the Cles des Champs gite where Madame had been cooking, duck fat potatoes, roast chicken and a salad followed by Flan. One of her friends who runs a limousine company in Paris came by, and Tony and Judy, Aussies from Brisbane were also in the house. Apparently she was double booked, I found out later I had her room, a little tricky for a tall person up under the roof with exposed beams. Somehow I managed not to crack my head during the night, but just about the only places I could stand up were under the skylights. No matter, she was absolutely charming and it was sort like staying with an eccentric French relative. Out the door before 9:00am this morning with Condom, the capital of the Armangac area as a destination. I was told it was 13km but now that I look at the guide it says 16km, more likely. Beautiful walk through fields etc. and finally some vineyards. Condom is quite a decent sized town, even big enough that after finding my hotel, checking in and showering I was able to get lunch!! Normally I only get to watch others eating lunch. An excellent pork with a lovely lemon type sauce. After lunch, a quick stop in the visitor center, and then on to the petite train, a common tourist thing where they tow you around with a train replica to show you the sights, at 8Euro including an Armangac tasting it seems like a good deal and as the only passenger I got the VIP treatment. It is extremely hot here almost 90deg. And in another Frenchism, the air conditioning is turned off for the hotel. Apparently A/C in France is determined by the date not the temperature. This is the country of the 3 musketeers but for some reason there are four in the full size statue near the cathedral.