May 17th
On train to Bayonne, though at the moment, it’s still in the station. Nice mauve tones and things that flip up: foot rest, tray, cup holder. Just as many backpacks (with those lethal walking poles) around me as suitcases. Wonder if they’re all going on the camino? And if any of them are lugging around a bag of freshly purchases toiletries and makeup? Forgot my new collapsible brush-mirror. Hit me this is the first time in years I’ve been anywhere without a mirror. As of yet, it’s not liberating -- mostly as I sense my chin is slightly too red.