The day’s diversity…
A stroll in Christine and Elizabeth’s neighborhood park, Gif-sur-Yvette.
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.
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.
My first purchase was a French rain cape. Unlike the American poncho, it has sleeves and closed sides seams.
Next purchase was a couple pairs of trousers and a blouse to augment my pilgrim outfit. Master quilter, Christine, kindly hemmed my trousers.
After walking 625 miles, I made a smooth transition to traveling by airport bus, plane, and train.
Reunited with Christine, dear pilgrim friend I made the first night of my 2014 Camino.
French pastries served by Christine’s future daughter-in-law.
A jewel of Spain, San Sebastián.
What is rain? Water.
What is water? A necessity.
So, for the hundredth time I put on my raincoat and for the hundredth time I smile.
With a few unexpected days before going to Paris, Diego and I decided to do a “gentle” walk on the Camino Norte. It runs from the border of Spain and France along the northern coast of Spain to Santiago.
Linda Scandore 