Finally meeting the rest of the pilgrams, the Bayone train was mostly us going up to st-jean where we start. St-Pied-du-Port, to be complete, is a gorgeous medieval town. Spending time talking to people, a lot of other old arts like me. The flowers were growing on a wall. Every time I look at a flower I think of Ellen because she taught me to look at the flowers as I move through life. One thing about this pilgrimage is that you can window shop but you can’t buy. I wish I had a smell camera for this spice shop.