The Black Virgin of Lignairolles

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I know nothing about her and little less as to what the shopping bags are for.  A little further on is the hand of Saint Anne beautifully carved into the stone of a wall.  

We'd come here to walk and set off towards Seignalens along an impressive ridge with the Pyrenees stretching from Madrès to the Pic du Midi.   We climbed the Pech Agut and got views of Mirepoix.  I imagined Ju beneath one of those distant rooves, getting lunch ready and suddenly felt very hungry but there were still miles to go before we eat.....