Why did the author live in the village?

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In a little place called Le Monastier, in a pleasant highland valley 15 miles from Le Puy I spent about a month of fine days. Monastire is notable for the making of lace, for drunkenness, for freedom of language and for unparalled political dissension there are adherents of each of the four French parties Legitimists, Orleanists Imperialist and  Republicans in this little mountain-town; and they all hate, loathe decry and calumniate each other.
Except for a business purpose or to give each other the lie in a tavern brawl they have laid aside even the civility of speech in the midst of this Babylon, I found myself a rallying point. Everyone was anxious to be kind and helpful to the stranger. This was not merely from the natural hospitality of mountain people nor even from the surprise with which I was regarded as a man living of his own free will in Le Monastire when he might just as well have lived any where else in this big world; it arose a good deal from my projected journey southward through the Cevennes. A traveller of my sort was a thing hitherto unheard of in that district. I was looked upon with contempt like a man who should project a journey to the moon, but yet with a respectful interest like one setting for the inclement pole. All were ready to help in my preparation; a crowd of sympathizers supported me at the critical moment of a bargain; not a step was taken, but was heralded by glasses round and celebrated by a dinner or a breakfast.

It was already hard upon October before I was ready to set forth and at the high altitudes over which my road lay there was no Indian summer to be looked for. I was determined, if not to camp out, at least to have the means of camping out in my possession; for there is nothing more harassing to an easy mind than the necessity of reaching shelter by dusk and the hospitality of a village inn is not always to be reckoned sure by those who trudge on foot. A tent is troublesome to pitch and troublesome to strike again; and even on the march it forms a conspicuous feature in your baggage. A sleeping - sack on the other hand is always ready you have only to get into it; it serves a double purpose a bed by night a portmanteau by day; and it does not advertise your intention of camping out to every curious passer by. I decided on a sleeping sack; and after repeated visits to Le Puy and a deal of high living for myself and my advisers, a sleeping - sack was designed constructed and triumphantly brought home.