After a last morning swim at St James we drove from the Bordeaux area into the Pyrenees
By lunchtime we'd climbed to the Cirque de Lescun, a valley formed by glacial erosion, in an amphitheatre of mountains - still on the French side of the Pyrenees but close to the Spanish border ...
... and into the village of Lescun, consisting of maybe 20 stone houses and a few rough roads in this spectacular setting, surrounded by mountains capped with snow, the sun shining on green slopes dotted with sheep
We stopped in Lescun's tiny village square for lunch - local cheese, charcuterie, salad and Basque beer - in this peaceful spot with only a couple of local farmers and sheepdogs for company
In the little parking area at the bottom of the village where we'd left the car, Emmanuel Macron was still En Marche, though he'd been elected president less than a month before.
From Lescun we descended to enter a long tunnel through the mountains, popping out into Spain ...
to our destination for the night - Zaragoza, city of Goya.
Lescun, French Pyrenees
Iberian road trip, Day 3, June 2017
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