Estella

Ribbons of water and rock

Ribbons of water and rock

We crossed the Arga on the way out of Puente la Reina. It would be the last time.

I pulled down my sunglasses and hung over the stone rail. My glasses dangled from a string around my neck. The flow below, like us, had run off the Pyrénées. Unlike us, its journey would end in the Mediterranean.