Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port

On Wednesday we were still on the Compostela trail

Walked to the old town via the walls.This is the view the pilgrims had as they saw the mountains and the road to Spain and Santiago de Compostela.  

We entered through the Porte St. Jacques and came across the free refuge for pilgrims.Maurice looks as though he needs a refuge on this photo, don't you think?

Exciting to see pilgrims with a donkey! This was as we reached the bottom of the long, steep main street and the Porte D'Espagne, which leads staight over the Pyrenees and into Spain.

Here is Maurice coming through the gate and feeling frustrated that he is not travelling on to Compostela.

We turned a corner and came across the donkey again - attracting a lot of attention, mainly because of the noises it was making.

This was the doorway of one of the refuges. You can probably make out the shell on the rucksack. (Symbol carried by pilgrims)



French roundabouts are fascinating. No two are the same. This was covered with a profusion of wild flowers.Any ideas, Margaret?



A coffee stop in Cambo, and we admired the Town Hall, complete with Basque script.

Another roundabout here - this time a cockerel.

We moved on and endured a very hot afternoon. At 31 degrees even the French were complaining. We were glad to reach this aire on the Col d'Ibardin. During our meal we were visited and observed by these horses, and then a herd of cows.

We were pretty high up here, so we had our first view of the Atlantic. (Our 'van is the one with the awning.)