On the way we visited Puenta la Reina, at the foot of the Pyranees, so called because this bridge was built in the 12th century at the instigation of a Spanish queen, in order to assist pilgrims on their journey. It is the place at which nearly all the different pilgrim routes from France converged into one.
As they set out from here, pilgrims who in many cases had walked the length of France, or further, and crossed the perilous Pyranees, would begin the last stage of their journey. How must they have felt, knowing that they were nearing their goal, yet still separated from it by the width of Spain and many more mountain paths?
