Sticking to more minor roads, we skirted the northern part of the Pyrenees on the French side, working hard on the twisting and bumpy roads, but enjoying some stunning views and scenery. At one stop, we were passed by a small group of Harley going the way, in the middle of nowhere, clearly enjoying the same things as us.
Eventually, we crossed the border into Spain and suddenly enjoyed a wide highway built just for a Harley - smooth surface with winding bends and mountains all around - perfect! Our first Parador in Spain was at Vielha and a grand one it was too, standing above the town. As was often the case, the hard day's working riding meant that everyone was tired to greater or lesser extent. Jean went to sleep in the bath and later enjoyed a bag of nuts, and I only had soup with the others for dinner!
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