Time to get a move on.
Crossing yet another pretty old stone bridge.
There’s always time to smell the flowers . . .
. . . and to greet the locals.
It’s just a manhole cover, but the Camino de Santiago scallop shell is a really nice touch.
And there’s old Santi with his scallop in the small city of Arzua.
Beautiful stained glass windows provided just enough light during a few minutes of quiet reflection.
The fountain outside had this cute statue of children watering the family livestock.
Back on the Camino, there were more remnants of peregrinos past . . .
. . . and timeless walls that would surely have some great stories to tell.
A more festive version of Santiago is celebrated at a local pit stop.
At another spot nearby, the late breakfast plates proved quite an attraction.
What do they make of this constant parade of peregrinos?
Soon it was time for the journey’s next respite.
The tiny hamlet of Salceda was just the ticket.
