And so the adventure begins....

Flight from Bristol to Paris. A frosty start to the morning, and a sunny end to the day.
I was relieved to be reunited with Matilda, and promptly found a quiet spot in the assistance lounge at the airport (the only place out of the maddening crowds of travellers!) Repacked Matilda, and found my way to the train station.
I'd forgotten just how challenging busy train stations are when everything is in a language that is foreign to me. That said, I mastered the ticket, and I found the train. A short trip, then a 10 minute walk to Gare de Lyon where later tonight I will embark on the next leg of the journey. An overnight train to Dax, then one to Bayonne, and on to Saint Jean Pied de Port arriving at 9.15 tomorrow morning.

It feels strange to be in a big city. Sort of out of my comfort zone. Strange when I am about to hike 250 miles with all I need in my back. Just as I was starting to have a wobble about being in Paris, this random voice calls 'Buen Camino' I turn, and a lovely French couple enquire about my journey, and which Camino I will do. Nerves once again calmed, I'm now sat in a park enjoying the late afternoon sunshine.

So, it was actually a botanical garden and I almost got locked in!

Back at the train station for a few hours wait. Everytime I get disheartened by the big city-the distinct smell of urine on the pavement outside the station, the chaotic busyness, the armed guards at the station, the universe reminds me that in every situation there is beauty and peace- there is a talented and lovely gentleman playing the piano which is lovely and restores my calm.Les mer