It had been a briskly cold day and I, under-dressed for air that bit the skin with the sharp teeth of winter, had been forced, chattering, into a pastry shop…

…Marked up on the board next to the trail was the following: “Pilgrim! If you wish to arrive at Santiago with strength and vitality, of this great wine take a swig and toast to happiness.”—Fuente del Vino. Docile as we are, we lost no time in following directions…

…fine weather accompanying the first few days in the Navarra region; the acute loveliness of the red, brown and green countryside covered in aging vineyards and the undulating dirt track, rocky and technical but oh-so-so-so-much fun…

With Contextual Photographic Illumination of My Last Moments in France

A textual illumination of our travels from Bordeaux, France to Pamplona, España