A day off.
The cafés don’t open early, but there’s some life in the narrow streets: workers heading to their Saturday jobs, street cleaners, patrons of late-closing bars meandering home, peregrinos (the main body of walkers were on the path by 7 am, like all days so far), an older local or two out for their morning constitutional. I managed to find a café outside the walls of the old city, then wandered back through the town, found the markets and returned to the albergue for a shower.
Tomorrow I’ll head to Puente La Reina, 24 km southwest from Pamplona. Elevation profile not too alarming – around the 400-500 m level mostly, with one 300 m climb over 5 km to 800 m.
Eucalyptus handed on to a couple of Canadian ladies.
Crowd gathering in the town hall square for the midday pealing of the bells.
More streetscapes. Just can’t get my head around the idea of a bunch of bulls thundering down them, with a crowd of fools running ahead of them.
Anti-racism / support refugees event on down the street from the albergue.
What a beautiful town and stunning scenery.
Great reminder of our own experience!! Good going David, Congratulations!!