Madame at Camp Reception insisted that I stay at least through Saturday for the Fête d’Escargot here in Digoin (Dee-gwah, the g is just a suggestion at the back of the throat). I’ll do that—I love snails and the kind of people who would have a fête in their honor.
I like this place—a small town built on the Loire with a pleasant plaza and promenade along the quay. There’s a canal that is carried across the river by a bridge—a canal bridge, something I’ve never seen. The canal leads through the town to a little port for pleasure boats.