Bayonne was too pretty not to share a photo. My stay was only 1 night: after being on a train from 5:30am to 3:30pm, I felt I needed to break up the trip to St Jean and ease into a Camino pace. Bayonne has the divide of two rivers, old ramparts with a portcullis and a moat that is now a biodiversity refuge, a citadel and other antiquities besides. My favourite feature was the tall buildings creating narrows streets and lining the rivers: boasting multi- coloured shutters that cry out to be opened and lazily lent through to watch the late afternoon activity in the streets below. “Bonjour monsieur” I said to one toothy old man who was taking in the tourists below. He grinned a toothy grin. I had my own rusty red shutters in the room of my hotel. A perfect spot and right next door to a creperie where I ate my first galette ( I chose Andalusian) washed down with a bolee (cup) of local cider: tres, tres bien. Bayonne had a lovely feel and I beamed and “bonjoured” expansively.