Day before the real walking starts

After a damp start the sun came out and I’ve managed to walk around the town about three times (and it’s not even lunchtime). It’s a walled town, probably considered a city in its time and comes complete with a citadel perched on top of a hill. I climbed it but it wasn’t quite so high as the Pyrenees which I cross tomorrow.

I’ve attached three photos from a number I took this morning. The town doesn’t seem to get going until about 10 o’clock when it starts to get clogged up with tourists who just get in the way!