On Monday morning in Pamplona there was such a contrast. The night before then whole city appeared to be out in the streets enjoying themselves, but the next morning it was very quiet as we headed out into the centre of town. The shops only opened at 10:00 so we had time to kill. It was time for coffee and looking at those sore feet again. I wouldn’t normally take off my shoes in a café on the street but once you are on the Camino you seem to be in a parallel universe and feet seems to be one of the major points of conversation.
Finally we left the city, I think about noon. There wasn’t time for a long walk, so we stopped for lunch in Cizur Menor. It was warm, but we found some benches under a tree, whilst the locals were getting on with the job of the day, e.g. mowing the lawn.