Sunday – Across the Spainish plains, with no rain... into the foot hills of the Pyrennes. The Baske region that a radical group bombed in the 70’s & 80’s, so tourism is just returning. The plains were lonely, especially one rest stop at a petrol station next to the motorway, lonely one attendant and nothing else in sight.
Lunch at another Motorway Service Stop, (I am beginning to hate them.) Nice hills around the border and lots of development occurring in the once forgotten Baske region. The Baske are believed to be the oldest tribe in Europe with no indication of where they migrated from, and some evidence that the’ve been here a long time.
Back to France and a drive along the Pyrenees to Lourdes, with time to join the Candle-lite procession.... only 50,000 tonight so it’s quieter than when the Pope was here with 260,000!