Learning to Walk, Days 28-30, September 24-26

I am in Condom. I know. Don’t tell your junior high class or youth group that your friend is in Condom, France. Pronounce it with a French accent and that helps. It comes from an old Gallic word meaning “confluence market” because there was a market at the confluence of two rivers. That’s their story and they’re sticking with it.

Condom is the land of D’Artagnon and the three musketeers. And Armagnac which I haven’t had yet. And there is a glorious cathedral here. So much to write about, and I am so behind. But once again it’s late and I am exhausted. Not late for NYC folk, but late for pilgrims. I am spending two nights in one place later this week, and hope to spend much of that rest day writing. So I should catch up a bit. Here are a few photos in the meantime.