Today is Aosta, about 18 or so kilometres away and down the mountain. Charlotte has some trepidation about what we are going to find for accommodation. After the room in Lausanne which was in the church basement and could best be described as a half storage/bedroom she has less faith than I do in what lies ahead. I find it best to wonder what we will have for breakfast, which is much more immediate. We eventually found the church and the secretary stamped our passports and showed us to our little suite above where she lives in the back of the church. It is all quite new and tidy. She speaks French and I struggled to get all the words. Went out tonight and had a beer and spaghetti.
Later we knocked on her door and asked her to make a reservation for tomorrow. After much ado, the local scout leader was brought up and translated for us from English into Italian. The short answer is we have a room and breakfast in Chambave abut 22kms away, at a pilgrim rate of 23Euros each. Now to see about those screaming calves from two days of downhill. Again, people went out of their way to help us. She was getting ready for bed but asked to be excused and went and got dressed to have us sit in her living room.