Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port to Santiago de Compostela — some five hundred miles, told in pictures and small confessions. A new stage arrives each week. This is the contents page; the walking happens within.
What devil is happening within the depths of my soul?
Walk this stage
The arrows were yellow and certain. I was neither.
Walk this stage
Somewhere in the fog, France ended and I hadn’t noticed.
Walk this stage
…and onward to Santiago. A new stage each week.