September 7 Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port to Orisson 7.5km / 4.7 miles

Off to the Camino!
Along the way. The path isn’t steep yet.
It’s good to turn around for the view behind us from time to time!
Harriet on the left. An 82 year old gentleman. Me. A short, but VERY steep hike up the mountain. Our alburgue and bed (Orisson) in the background.
On the deck at Orisson. Where we begin to meet our Camino families – pilgrims we will see off and on over the next six weeks across the Camino Frances.
Dinner with seventy of our closest friends.
Everyday, at the end of the day. Laundry. “Wear one, wash one.”

September 3 – Paris 

Got a late start recovering from the seven hour time difference. Today’s goal was the Eiffel Tower since it isn’t located in an area where most of my wanderings will be. Rather than take public transportation all the way to the Tower, I opted for a train ride to a point about 3.5 miles from the site and enjoyed a walk through the markets, neighborhoods, and city shops.
So! What reminded me I wasn’t in Kansas anymore?

  • Moms and dads riding their children through the traffic on bicycles. Bikes are a primary mode of transportation for old and young – not just for those in high-dollar REI cycling outfits out for a little exercise.
  • Walking. Yes. People are walking – as a mode of transportation. And at a pretty good clip! 
  • Jackets worn on a warm day. Why weren’t they a melted mess!

And, hey. People were nice and helpful. Not what I was given to expect.