The trip to Saint-Jean Pied-de-Port was wonderful. The train meandered between hills and followed the river valley. Saint-Jean is a touristic village and a border village; it reminded me of another similar village in Northern France, Sierck-les-Bains. Today, it has been overcast. Now it is clearer. I met an Italian man and his son, and it seems that many people are on their way to Santiago. I’m worried that it might be crowded.
I walked around in Saint-Jean and felt free.
The Pyrenees. The camino is going upp, on the left.
The main street in St Jean Pied-de-Port. A typical village in the south of France, lovely in summer time.
The river in St Jean Pied-de-Port. Isn’t it like a postcard?
Another view of the main street. I hade a room somewhere on the left side.
Basque cross, Lauburu, not representing exactly what I thought at first, see Wikipedia.