Okay, okay, there is a back story. We left our rental unit at 6:00 am this morning to catch the metro, then the SNCF train to Bayonne, then the local train to St. Jean. That was early enough, but not cush with time. In arriving at the metro, we couldn’t find the ticket vending machine. We searched and searched. Bill asked the only other person around in french, where to buy a ticket (or so bill hoped). The guy looked confused (go figure) and motioned for us to follow him as he went through the turnstiles. Of course we couldn’t! We had no ticket!

Being inventive we decided to go in the exit and find the ticket booth INSIDE. Well, there was no ticket booth INSIDE, but we were!  So, we might as well take the train … because after all, we can always buy an add fare on leaving, right? Nope! No add fare.  So, we left the metro exit looking over our shoulders expecting a company of Gendarmes to swoop down on us at any time.

We have heard from some of our fellow pilgrims that they’d seen our photos inside the French post office, though. We’re only 5 more miles to the Spanish border. I think we’ll make it!