Waiting For the Train To Bayonne
The image is not a real person, rather it is a statue found in the Jardins de Trocadero which lays on the northwestern bank of the Seine River across from the Eiffel Tower. We have been through these gardens a few times on various visits to Paris. It’s unlikely that we will be wandering around these Gardens today as we have a train to catch in order to travel on to Bayonne where we intend on spending a night before taking our last conveyance to Saint Jean Pied de Port.
Paris is a magical place for me. I can still remember as if it was yesterday, the first evening my wife and I spend in Montmartre, having a drink at a tiny table while waiting to have our turn at getting our portrait done, a caricature really. I bought her a single red rose from a passing vendor and presented it to her.
Bayonee is a small city, more of a town than a city with just over 100,000 people. I don’t know what we will find there for accommodations as I didn’t book a hotel room. When we get there, we will discover what is available, leaving it chance, something that we will have to do for most of the nights during our stay in Spain when walking the Camino. We do have accommodations booked in Saint Jean and in Orisson a hostel just eleven kilometres passed Saint Jean. No other accommodations have been booked as we don’t know where or when we will be at any of the other stops along the pilgrimage route. We will be listening to our bodies and basing decisions on what they tell us.