Up and down.
Fine way. I was caught up by a young German walking to Santiago. We walked together for a while.
I arrived in France without knowing it. Suddenly, the signs were in French. It started to rain just before Sierck. Had to wait nearly two hours before I could put up the tent.
I remember I was thinking of Sierck when I was in Saint Jean Pied-de-Port. Both villages are at a border. Both have a fort. I have been looking forward full of expectation at both places.
Suddenly the signs were in French.
Suddenly the signs were in French.
Sierck after the rain.
Sierck after the rain.
Scenery at sunset.
Scenery at sunset.