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I'm thinking on doing Paris to Compostela, first via Turonensis and then via Camino Francés.
Is there a way to do this? Has someone did this? How many kilometers there are from one city to the other one? How much time did it take to you? How much money do I have to take to do the whole route?
Thanks in advance for your recommendations!
Best regards,
Alan @ Buenos Aires, Argentina.
Thank you very much for your help, I'll start learning these phrases right away.Your Pilgrim Passport will generally be stamped with a rubber stamp and ink pad. Thus you might request "un tampon s'il vous plaît" or "puis-je avoir un tampon s'il vous plaît". Synonyms in French for tampon are cachet and seau. All three words tampon, cachet, and seau in this usage mean an official seal as, for example, used by the post office.
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Oh my Goodness!!! ***34***!!! That's so OLD!!!(not) and you will be as healthy as you choose to be. I am 60 and will be starting my first Camino in late July early August. Sure, I'll walk slower and take longer, but I'll enjoy it all! Buen Camino little brother!Thank you very much for your comments. In the Georgio's friend page, he lasted 2 months and a few days to do Via Turonensis + Camino del Norte. Awesome... I was thinking in about 3 or 3 and a half!Obviously, he's an expert walker... I have to think very well if I want to do these 1800km in the first time... the largest pilgrimage I've done is Lujan in Argentina, that it's like 70km.
Mmmmh... very scary, but I don't want to wait 11 years to have another Jacob Saint Year... I would be 34, and probably I wouldn't be as healthy as I am now.
if you chose an appropriate scale, they show long distance hiking paths (GRs), including paths marked as chemins de St Jacques.
Thanks, Leppis! How did you decide on your route? Follow the GR, Lepere, just head in the direction you wanted to go?
...ahhh, Dax. I had a marvellous time in Dax taking La Cure down by the river at Le Trou des Pauvres..We stayed in DAX......!
Right, here's the next - long overdue - update. I've been quite engaged with other projects so I haven't been able to walk at all during the autumn and winter, and the events below took place at the end of August 2015. Did I ever mention that I'm also a lazy writer?
Anyway, I found myself in a train heading for Monnerville, this time accompanied by a colleague who just enjoys a little outdoors activity every now and then. We agreed that he would walk with me until afternoon and then head back towards the train track. As what came to my plan, a few days before taking off I had contacted the local diocese, again asking for a shelter for the night, and I had received a message from a priest welcoming me to spend the night in Bazochez-les-Gallerandes.
We took off from Paris after a rainy night and the day started with a promising sunshine, a bit chilly, but then again we were sure that walking would keep us warm enough. That it surely did, especially since the roads taking us through the huge fields were so muddy from the rain we both sank up to our ankles with every step. And the French mud is so unbelievably sticky! Our shoes turned to shapeless, muddy blobs weighing a ton each.
We decided to have a short crisis meeting and by unanimous decision we started heading for the bigger roads even though the original plan was to avoid them as much as possible.
After reaching pavement we made good progress (chunks of a mud falling from our shoes made them feel sooooo light) and before you know it we foud ourselves at the outskirts of Outarville. There we set up camp and I prepared some lunch for us before we took off again going our separate ways. When changing the muddy socks for clean ones I also noticed that my shoes had chafed my feet pretty well, and since this seemed to be the case every time I wore them I decided to dump them at the first opportunity. Luckily I had another pair of shoes in my pack so I was able to change shoes immediately.
It was only a few more km's to go so I took it easy and walked on slowly, taking in the views of the vast empty plains.
The welcome at Bazoches was absolutely wonderful. I was immediately offered something to drink and something to nibble at by the good father and his Japanese housekeeper who had also prepared a room for me upstairs. Funny enough, the only common language for us three turned out to be German. Go figure!
After a well needed shower I returned downstairs only to realise they had both left. Instead, there were three gendarmes enjoying a coffee at the table, looking at me with the same stunned look I must have had on my face. After the initial surprise passed they told me that they have a habit of dropping in every now and again, the door is apparently never locked and also the guy with most stripes on his shoulders was a close personal friend with the priest.
Just when I was getting used to my new company, the housekeeper rushed in and started ushering me towards the church next door, clearly as a matter of urgency. It seems not many pilgrims stop at Bazoches, and so the priest got this idea of involving me in the baptismal ceremony for four local children. Another surprise, but a very nice one, creating a wonderful memory for me to cherish for the rest of my days.
Funny enough, right after the ceremony was over we three jumped into his old Ford Transit and drove off to Spuis where he was going to be the celebrant for the vigil mass. I guess it goes without saying who sat on the floor in the back of the van, only two seats being in the front. After the mass I found myself mingling among the locals for what seemed forever, pushing my very limited French to the maximum and beyond.
After the reasonably hectic afternoon I was offered a delicious meal and a beautiful recitation of vespers after which I was really ready to fall in bed.
Early in the morning I hit the road again, now heading for Orléans. A beautiful sunny morning soon turned into a scorching hot afternoon with no shade in sight until a forest just few km before Orléans. When I finally reached the suburbs I found a McDonalds - a place which is always airconditioned. I enjoyed heavenly cold ice tea in quantities which clearly amused the staff and just cooled off for a while before taking on the last stint.
Soon enough I reached the Cathedral of Orléans, which by the way is definitely well worth a visit, and spent another while there just enjoying the peaceful atmosphere before heading to the train back to Paris.
To be continued...
...sweet...When this nun saw us sitting on the bench at St Vincent-de-Paul she was so excited she clapped her hands and called, "Pellerins, pellerins!" She insisted on giving us coffee and biscuits.
Right, here's the next - long overdue - update. I've been quite engaged with other projects so I haven't been able to walk at all during the autumn and winter, and the events below took place at the end of August 2015. Did I ever mention that I'm also a lazy writer?
Anyway, I found myself in a train heading for Monnerville, this time accompanied by a colleague who just enjoys a little outdoors activity every now and then. We agreed that he would walk with me until afternoon and then head back towards the train track. As what came to my plan, a few days before taking off I had contacted the local diocese, again asking for a shelter for the night, and I had received a message from a priest welcoming me to spend the night in Bazochez-les-Gallerandes.
We took off from Paris after a rainy night and the day started with a promising sunshine, a bit chilly, but then again we were sure that walking would keep us warm enough. That it surely did, especially since the roads taking us through the huge fields were so muddy from the rain we both sank up to our ankles with every step. And the French mud is so unbelievably sticky! Our shoes turned to shapeless, muddy blobs weighing a ton each.
We decided to have a short crisis meeting and by unanimous decision we started heading for the bigger roads even though the original plan was to avoid them as much as possible.
After reaching pavement we made good progress (chunks of a mud falling from our shoes made them feel sooooo light) and before you know it we foud ourselves at the outskirts of Outarville. There we set up camp and I prepared some lunch for us before we took off again going our separate ways. When changing the muddy socks for clean ones I also noticed that my shoes had chafed my feet pretty well, and since this seemed to be the case every time I wore them I decided to dump them at the first opportunity. Luckily I had another pair of shoes in my pack so I was able to change shoes immediately.
It was only a few more km's to go so I took it easy and walked on slowly, taking in the views of the vast empty plains.
The welcome at Bazoches was absolutely wonderful. I was immediately offered something to drink and something to nibble at by the good father and his Japanese housekeeper who had also prepared a room for me upstairs. Funny enough, the only common language for us three turned out to be German. Go figure!
After a well needed shower I returned downstairs only to realise they had both left. Instead, there were three gendarmes enjoying a coffee at the table, looking at me with the same stunned look I must have had on my face. After the initial surprise passed they told me that they have a habit of dropping in every now and again, the door is apparently never locked and also the guy with most stripes on his shoulders was a close personal friend with the priest.
Just when I was getting used to my new company, the housekeeper rushed in and started ushering me towards the church next door, clearly as a matter of urgency. It seems not many pilgrims stop at Bazoches, and so the priest got this idea of involving me in the baptismal ceremony for four local children. Another surprise, but a very nice one, creating a wonderful memory for me to cherish for the rest of my days.
Funny enough, right after the ceremony was over we three jumped into his old Ford Transit and drove off to Spuis where he was going to be the celebrant for the vigil mass. I guess it goes without saying who sat on the floor in the back of the van, only two seats being in the front. After the mass I found myself mingling among the locals for what seemed forever, pushing my very limited French to the maximum and beyond.
After the reasonably hectic afternoon I was offered a delicious meal and a beautiful recitation of vespers after which I was really ready to fall in bed.
Early in the morning I hit the road again, now heading for Orléans. A beautiful sunny morning soon turned into a scorching hot afternoon with no shade in sight until a forest just few km before Orléans. When I finally reached the suburbs I found a McDonalds - a place which is always airconditioned. I enjoyed heavenly cold ice tea in quantities which clearly amused the staff and just cooled off for a while before taking on the last stint.
Soon enough I reached the Cathedral of Orléans, which by the way is definitely well worth a visit, and spent another while there just enjoying the peaceful atmosphere before heading to the train back to Paris.
To be continued...
I mean Dax not Dad.Hi all
I start my Paris to SDC Camino on 3rd August. I'm not totally sure what to expect so I'm taking my little tent with me.
Because I did the Francais last year from SJPP TO SDC, this year, before I get to Dad, I am veering to the right to join up with the Norte and let that take me to SDC.
I think it's probably about 1,800 I'm so will take me a few months I guess.
Hi all
I start my Paris to SDC Camino on 3rd August. I'm not totally sure what to expect so I'm taking my little tent with me.
Because I did the Francais last year from SJPP TO SDC, this year, before I get to Dad, I am veering to the right to join up with the Norte and let that take me to SDC.
I think it's probably about 1,800 I'm so will take me a few months I guess.
Hi all
I start my Paris to SDC Camino on 3rd August. I'm not totally sure what to expect so I'm taking my little tent with me.
Because I did the Francais last year from SJPP TO SDC, this year, before I get to Dad, I am veering to the right to join up with the Norte and let that take me to SDC.
I think it's probably about 1,800 I'm so will take me a few months I guess.
Am walking from Chartres to Tours in September. Was the way marking well placed? Was it easy to do?
Am walking from Chartres to Tours in September. Was the way marking well placed? Was it easy to do?
hey, im planning on walking from paris to st jean and then down to seville. Do you have any advice on the route from paris to st jean? Is there somewhere in paris I can get a map or detailed information about amenities enroute. I plan to camp but ive used these guides before on the more popular routes in spain and its always good knowing where an auberge is should i need a shower or a friendly face!I walked this route in 2004 and used the Paris to the Pyrenees guide book from the CSJ bookshop - http://www.csj.org.uk - and also the CSJ's Camino Frances guide book.
Gareth walked from England and from Paris a year ago and I'm sure would be happy to give you some up-to-date advice.
hey, im planning on walking from paris to st jean and then down to seville. Do you have any advice on the route from paris to st jean? Is there somewhere in paris I can get a map or detailed information about amenities enroute. I plan to camp but ive used these guides before on the more popular routes in spain and its always good knowing where an auberge is should i need a shower or a friendly face!
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