Today the landscape slowly empties of wine and fills up with city. It starts out gently. You hardly climb, you hardly descend, and your mind has all the space it needs. That’s welcome, because 24 kilometres is long enough as it is.
Halfway through, the scenery changes. Villages give way to suburbs, and quiet gives way to traffic. It takes a bit of getting used to after days away from the bustle. But Bordeaux welcomes you in a lovely way: a big city on the Garonne, with squares and terraces where you can put down your rucksack. Do the maths: a little over 6 hours of walking, and then you’re sitting in the afternoon sun with a cold drink. You’ve earned it. Enjoy it.