So fortified, I was primed to get lost on my way to Autoire, my next village, so I did. I was trying to avoid a steep up-and-down that had tuckered me out on the way to the Taillefer ruins, so I took what my map suggested was a viable detour. Wrong. By the time I found the good, old GR652 to Loubressac, a key waypoint, my dogs were barking.
Loubressac, though pretty, didn't grab me, and I had no urge to dawdle. Legions of tourists go there, because it makes the list of most beautiful villages. The houses are larger than in other villages I visited, set back farther from the road and one another, and often fenced or behind hedges. Loubressac lacked the character of a place lived in and felt like a rich person’s retreat. But it did have a viewpoint, a spectacular one, and a grocery where a hungry traveler may buy lunch. No peaches, unfortunately.
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