Last day in Paris.
Last walk on the Camino.
One of the four main route of the Santiago de Compostelle begins in Paris and passes through the park of Gif-sur-Yvette. This is neighborhood park of Christine and Elizabeth.
Seafood…an ocean of choice for the diner.
For me, oysters, oysters, oysters. Absolutely the best oysters.
Remains of the “Mulberries,” cement piers for unloading Ally supplies.
These four French ladies are Pilgrims. But of course, they were walking on beach.
Amazing…the joy of being with Christian’s family. Dining on local oysters and Christian’s Strawberry Tarte with local berries. Sitting by an evening fire with my shoes drying.
A big part of walking the Camino is the people you meet along The Way. Christian and his brother were a special part of my first Camino in 2014.
Christian and his family kindly hosted Christine and me while we were in Normandy. How wonderful it was to be in his home and meet his family.
Day 26, May 2
12 miles, 306 miles total
Altitude:
Weather: rainy, cloudy, partly sunny 38-58F
La Romieu
If you build it, people will come. This lunch shelter is shared by waves of pilgrims. Hard boiled eggs left on the table are sold on the honor system. It’s always good sharing Christine and Mimi’s company.
Day 9, April 15
0 miles, 74 miles total, REST DAY #1
Altitude: 3,818 feet
Weather: warm and sunny
Nasbinals
Like the threads of a spider’s web, people on the Camino are connected. I met French Christine and Mimi on Day 3. After walking together, I pulled ahead at a quicker pace. Ten minutes later, I missed a turn and became frightened. I actually yelled, “Mimi” in hopes of being heard. Alas, I backtracked and with great relief found them. For the rest of the day I would walk ahead only as far as I could keep them in eye sight. Christine and Mimi became my security blankets allowing me to become more confident. A thread in the web.
Having arrived at Nasbinals I sat outside a cafe with an expresso when along comes a Frenchman who asks if I was the American lady walking the Camino. The French women had spoke of me. A thread in the web.
Kismet! The French ladies arrive with Christine distressed from a backpack with a broken back brace and blisters on her feet. I help administer to her blisters and offer a temporary repair to her backpack. Most of all, I offer her friendship. We will meet in three more days. A threat in the web.
They say the Camino provides…the web grows.
Linda Scandore 