Ponferrada Hospitaleras and Beyond

I awoke in St. Jean de Luz (France) to a pouring rain for the first time this trip. It was gone by the time I conscientiously left early for my train to Paris. But when I got there, I found all the clocks, schedules, & even my phone were an hour behind my watch. When/where was I when the time changed? How long have I been wandering around an hour ahead of reality? Why didn’t I catch on sooner?

So with MUCH time on my hands, I went to Les Halles permanent farmer’s hall.

I just finished picnicking on a perfect 1/2 French baguette, some champion (mushroom) pate, & Pyrenees cheese on my smooth fast train north. To cover my bets at this point, I just signed on for a guaranteed admission/guided tour of Notre Dame Cathedral tomorrow morning.

If there’s anything I’ve (re) learned on this trip- stuff happens!!